This is a song about "Durgs and shrooms"

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

I'm gettin help for this addiction, now golf ain't important

The revolution will proceed

And kill yourself and your clique

Fuck you if you feelin' different

Grab the scissors and saws and

Big serg, we ready for whatever

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

Eating shrooms on a cruze with gin and juice

When they hear me rocking the groove

My only purpose in life to kill myself up on accident

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Fake niggas get dial tones

And nasty remains and bones