This is a song about "Dement and kleitmen"

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

This is love, nothing else close

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

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Yea i'm missin some sleep

And kill yourself and your clique

Living young and wild and free

But we should be body to body

Got all these niggas approaching their mixtapes different

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

Good kids make bad grown ups

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

And don't ever (and don't ever)

"contemplate", i wrote about her

But that's what he liked her

And don't ever (and don't ever)