This is a song about "Halves and wholes"

And these shape-shifting hoes

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

Dc, man over money

And a fridge and some broccoli

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

And for the time being lets me in love with the moment

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

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Forreal, i got a pole in the basement

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Mmg and that's my clique

And stop playing hide and seek,

All for dough to close the mouths of the hungry sons whom she bestowed her vows

Lets get to spittin, yo ass will be splittin 2 halves, dude u buttfucked 2 cows,