This is a song about "Cerebrospinal fluid in the ventricular"

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

Ill stick my dick down there throat till i feel fluid

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Spit piff, the embalm fluid stripped from an impaled carcass

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

And a needle that's injected feeds him intravenous fluid,

In the foreground while i'm in the

You're fucking with me, nigga

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

My shit is fluent i use hate as fluid fuel so all my rhyme flows/

Practice till my rhymes are fluid, if they whack then trouble shoot it

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that