This is a song about "Cucumber pores"

Some shot up, other smoked and picked at their pores,

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

Eat you pests call me insectivore sweat out your pores

Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours

He's such a narcissist that he jerks off and rubs it into his pores

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Power to make you sweat from pores

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

Under pressure no sweat, my pores are shut

Self-awarding, negligence of the less important

Getting on all fours to fill in the pores and,

Miley cyrus, the grammy awards, helen keller, a cucumber?

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

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

I get vision of blood born pathogens pouring out of my pores.