This is a song about "Floods droughts"

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

To the point of leaving battlefield barren like repeated droughts

Smoke floods, with a gust, the town is buzzed,

What you doing when ross drop a hundred thousand

Mapping the next cut on his arm, he rubs the razor along, it floods.

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

Brains spill, spurt, forming projected blood drought's!

So it’s more for me, she invited me in her mouth