This is a song about "Comets asteroids and meteors"

They laugh and scream and leap

Swear i will murk any beat

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

Or like monumental mixtape of the moment

And i'm dizzy and spinning

Flapjack, ooh he bring

The club underwater, have em running out the front

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Here, whack rappers i'll make a promise with you, but first let these lyrics like comets hit you

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Uh, yea yea, turn me up a lil bit

Wearing tanks and tatoos and shit.

And a fridge and some broccoli

Look it something they can't ever see