This is a song about "Girl london mf doom"

You say you love yo girl

And he, what's his name, earl

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates

The stars and the moon phase told me "no, 'cause when doom takes..."

Cuz im a bad girl, bad girl (x2)

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Singing my life with his words

And thank doom for his herbs/

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

Rock over london, rock on the paris of the prairie

But when you need a friend you can depend on me, call

Deep ass wounds, sense of doom looms, trapped in the tomb, end it all