This is a song about "Fruit loops"

Plus how he gon’ tell me, he don't make the rules

Agony like a cavity who, wrathfully loops,

And all you cute

That thing juicy, no fruit

Created triangles with an eye and loops

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

Cool and calm, y'all gnawing on the fruit loops

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

The only fruit he coulda taught,

Man i spit that pimp talk

And find the fruit contaminated

P.s eh i ain't trying to nit pick

Media tells constant lies and repeats them in loops

This the district where politicians is fucking goons