This is a song about "Fear anxiety popping weed family exhausted weekend anger"

Heads keep bopping not stopping til next weekend

Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west

Popping clips to leave your whole body stiff

I'm a force to be reckoned with

That shoebox shit, over with

Popping champagne bottles, lord he is

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Even stranger, fear and anger expressed through the same bangers

Never run out or get exhausted, feel haunted by my own success

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death

But knowin you through music is going to change the world

Getting flooded by anxiety, feeling conquered,

Every weekend going to airports and train stations

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Thought we’d be together ’till the end

I know what you did last weekend!