This is a song about "Flynn vs erik"

It's like marvel vs d.c

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Far from alarmed, i just part wit my problems

Its like segregation when its stoners vs products

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

The way i blow up, the vs just soars

Sunlife stadium, smoke on my home field

It was the streak vs the beast

Seems either love or hatred/ nah more like its tension vs patience

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Vs me taking a step

Ain't finna peak yet

Cus isn't me, vs you producing misery?

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key