This is a song about "Compound and mixtures"

And inhospitable,

Got to the end of the tunnel

I call it speaking tongues

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

And remember what i said and

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Then they'll play with mario brothers when it was duck hunt

I been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

Miami nights, it was all a dream

And a fridge and some broccoli

Yes, i'm sure we could all agree

And i'm dizzy and spinning

And this will be the song that we sing