This is a song about "I can t get my finger out of my bum hole"

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

I’m tryna be low key to keep my self out of t

Goddamn your ex-man is a dumb ass

My tongue brass your bum ass get run past i have

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Puttin' bitches in coma's cause of my finger blastin'

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

Trigger squeezed, shine at the tip of my finger like nail polish

I get vision of blood born pathogens pouring out of my pores.

I been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs

Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim

I can't complaini've seen my fair share of the fame

Chew off my leg and my motherfucker finger,

So bitch watch your mouth, and wash them dishes after dinner

Put me somewhere my 3rd eye all scared but i feel like its been open since

My vigorous belligerent bitterness, left me in a deep hole of reverence.