This is a song about "Fucking magnets"

Nah but i fucking wish

Well, we are the roses

So drop the slam and lets get sick

Be fucking specific

Were attention magnets purposely,

They say nothings ever free

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

They're attracted like parallel magnets after your graduate talents

Like animals rutting, loving, lusting, fucking,

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

Chica-go-getter from odd future, used to ride solo

Time fucking froze, death is just another fucking foe

So dunn stay silent

We are on the fucking cusp