This is a song about "Explore"

To give you a clear view when you explore and lurk

Next to it: stash mattress. under it: cash, bastard

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

Black thoughts never explore their minds, twisted and forgotten,

Its fun when you explore it and adventures pour in

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Do my chores... before i explore your intestines with a fork.

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

& my bitch pussy fire gotta extinguish shit, lebron james & shit

Explore the planet to be what i want to be, i plan it

I'm in love with a lady who crazy

Black thoughts never explore their roots, up under me,

Indeed, the flow raw just the same as my levi jeans

I need more time to explore and pull the ladies,

Open door, for you to formally explore more.

Lot of tough talk personas, they ain’t really built for war