This is a song about "German prepositions"

Then i redecorated, that mean my tables turned

You're faker than a german hot-dog with no mustard,

German procrasinator, better invest in a nest to survive to be the best,

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

Shittin' on bitches like my fetishes are german,

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son