This is a song about "Fufu"

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,

Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,

A vital hazard to my rivals, they're primal planners survival's the only sign that matters

Fuck a fufu nigga, body em all, make a pile,

I went away for a while, switched up ma style