This is a song about "Cupid and psyche"

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

Cause i'm like fuckin cupid!

Yes i make music ever since i was shot by the rap cupid,

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

Rub the wood and ima show em love

Cupid, hurt 'n preserving his purpose.

No, no, we are not those

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

The line drive, psyche the hive mind

You can search but you'll never find

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Still you couldn't know my psyche, liar, pants on fire,

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,