This is a song about "Comets asteroids and meteors"

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

The white and black are fighting back, explode like space comets,

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash

Fuck you if you feelin' different

Social conditioning and

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

I can't touch her, so for pleasure

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

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

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

And for the time being lets me in love with the moment

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

The art is razors, needles, and pins, syringes and comets,

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche