This is a song about "Comets asteroids and meteors"

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

I got a dollar and a dream

One night love: i'mma need that

Wearing tanks and tatoos and shit.

And kill yourself and your clique

I said i got my ass beat

Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Charlie tango, ready for whatever

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

I’m tryna be low key

And a fridge and some broccoli