This is a song about "Contracting"

Snatch your purse first, slurp sizzurp like serpents,

Does life have a meaning like a ceiling has purpose,

To make sure i was sad with static galactic stress every day and i ain't being sarcastic

Insincere when standing alone/ heart beating/ becoming stale and frantic/

But imma talk shit, for the rest of this fucking verse

Think i need a new purse