This is a song about "Filtration"

Spitting fire without condoms the in pop filter

Spitta be that nigga bitches reachin' for my zipper

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

By the progress quick eliminate process that's the contents

I strain to remain being in reign, no need to feign as i drain my champagne

Or if i'm going psycho, i can not lie tho, i'd rather be insane

But just the other day you were acting violent

But i'm feeling conscious in the process of enlightenment,

Puncture her spleen. it's obscene. music supposed to make an image or at least

I got that potentiality to decease whatever comes in like a fucking wild beast

Im of the ricter theres noone sicker than vaders the spleen splitter,

I show her off, i stunt with her, we do it sweet, they look bitter

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

Dick so far up i think it touched her spleen

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

So i press against your trachea until you're fucking breathless