This is a song about "Flooding"

And now the present got you struggling

The flooding of the nothing

Tunnel flooding, eyes red, i'm weak like gelatin

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

Flooding flushes, poker chocolate chips, the biscuits soggy

My slaughter's hittin' our goals as though we like hockey

A hundred more sluts in the sea each one be flooding the streets

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

To help stop the flooding

Hoping that he's listening

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Fear in his eye, his pupils are flooding, his new tools are muddy