This is a song about "Churros and llamas"

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and

Harder than my dick when taylor swift is in my basement

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

And their mothers and fathers

And inhospitable,

I'm like roots, you a new shovel

If a nigga didn't fake like them

And get it again and again

Bitches pursue me like a dream

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

Yeah, ready for whatever

And don't ever (and don't ever)

Shout out my nigga miles

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

And you nervous cause ya ass probably feel different