This is a song about "Fucking my cousing"

Brain compulsions, fucking with my head

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

Yea my world was fucking snapped

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

Need some fuckin wishes, wheres my fucking genie,

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Fucking nonexistent as my fucking competition

Cause i'm thinking me and you could get along

This is the end of my fucking song

My sins i need to fucking repent it

A cold beast, nigga i'm the shit

●i dont fucking sell my soul

Let's put it on cruise control