This is a song about "Dionysus and apollo"

I nurture their brain, i'm moving the movement

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

Write me a story like apollo, make it sing

And i bet you all them letters in your mailbox waiting

And now that i’m getting money

Living young and wild and free

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

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

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

And nasty remains and bones

Please put that in your notes

Marshmallows inside my pen

And get it again and again

20 racks really thats sneaker money

And a fridge and some broccoli