This is a song about "Cumshotd"

You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,

Dial up words but they're not in service

Each time you disperse your verses they are hurling curses

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

This shits nuts, inclined but the signs worsen/ trying to lift up your minds curtains

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions