This is a song about "Fousey tube dwight banana spicy tuna carrot french fry nitrogen"

Barely breatin believin that the world is a prison

You're gonna have to pardon my french, mr. englishman

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

Cause a couple nudes got leaked and reside on some tube,

Just give me a carrot gun

Tryna find the one

Know i’m reppin’ this, shoot and i don’t ever miss

Scissor hands slice it up like spicy subway sandwiches.

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

I slip my handymen's, handy manny's banana in...

Your hair in a french braid you can make it work

And i hang with wolves cause i'm an evil bastard

I get money then i’m gone that’s a hard pill to swallow

Eatin' their life of a tuna like my idol bro

All up in her backspace like a delete button

And send you into toxic liquid mixed with nitrogen,