This is a song about "Existential crisis"

From this identity crisis.......

Rub the wood and ima show em love

I can teach you all the sounds of love

From this identity crisis.......

I love a girl that think a lot, cause sex with me is mental

Paint a thousand pictures with a photograph/ that's existential/

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

I might just, spread like virus, the lyrics will cause a crisis,

Then im off by the morning i dont no these hoes im just another recordin this

Suffering a midlife crisis, but have you seen how ridiculous my wife is?

She can make a pimp fall in love

In a rise from my crisis

Fuck your humanity rather care more for an indian crisis

We're still feeling the promise, some nights i kill 'em with kindness

Existential thoughts depending from the curls/

Got your baby mama sending nude pictures