This is a song about "Cynthia and janila"

62 dreams, roll a date with some lean

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

And stop playing hide and seek,

Cause they right down the street

Straight g thing, double m g thing

And i'm dizzy and spinning

Pushing my way to the top but this time it feel different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

And kill yourself and your clique

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and

Ripley's believe it or not would tell you that i'm different

I call it speaking tongues

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Shit is on silent all day long

And once i'm dead and gone