This is a song about "Grievance and mercantilism and loyalist"

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

You'd suppose you're deceased, cause i grieve like a grievance

I snatch your girl if you're slipping

And i'm dizzy and spinning

I nurture their brain, i'm moving the movement

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

For thinking you clean

And inhospitable,

Yeah come holla at your uncle

My only purpose in life to kill myself up on accident

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and

But if i'm wrong

And once i'm dead and gone

And don't ever (and don't ever)

I think it excited her