This is a song about "Grapegang and youtube"

There'd still be niggas out killing

And i'm dizzy and spinning

I swear they think i'm crazy

Living young and wild and free

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

Got shows on top of shows

And nasty remains and bones

Patron black, uh, patron jones

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

Social conditioning and

I ain't trying to be ignorant

And a fridge and some broccoli

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee