This is a song about "Comets"

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

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

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

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

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

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

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