This is a song about "Grapegang and youtube"

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

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

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

And kill yourself and your clique

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

Do you, not youtube

Pockets probably like fried food

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

And i put you on the team

Put the purp in the blunt

Social conditioning and

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

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

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Where you welcome to problems