This is a song about "Ella and luis"

Take my umbrella-ella and stab-ab a crooked promoter/

Well look, if you don't talk, i mean these sessions are going to go slower

Grab the scissors and saws and

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

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

They laugh and scream and leap

Cause talk is cheap

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

And you would think that i’m european, my tribe different

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

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

And remember what i said and