This is a song about "Changing myself"

My lines are game-changing while you're left in a puddle.

Toffee, pecan, licorice, boy you're so beautiful

Changing the pace in my flow as i gaze into space and,

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

High: that's why they call us planes

Ripples wake, changing fates,

I'm going harder, and changing my pace

This is no trial, this a closed case

I could think of a couple positions for you

Shit is still changing today, the way it always do

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

There's still time for changing

We can never be friends

Relying on myself