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

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

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

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

She got me caught up in the moment

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

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