This is a song about "Existential dread and cramps"

Spitting till i feel lyrical cramps

We getting money, you can face the facts

One way or another you'll be givin it up, huhi guess cause i'm black born

No matter however your embittered being endeavours with dread, scorn

Grab the scissors and saws and

She got me caught up in the moment

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Don’t i talk nasty, she don’t know my government

Social conditioning and

I ain't trying to be ignorant

From a blend of dread and veneration

Kevin durant you're an ant like my mother kin

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse

And remember what i said and

And more than confident