This is a song about "Homelessness and surivial"

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

Seven, what's religion nigga? i am legend

I ain't trying to be ignorant

Grab the scissors and saws and

Shout out them strippers who hustle

And inhospitable,

And get it again and again

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

And remember what i said and

And get caught, in the moment

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

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

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

And some strawberries and some chocolate