This is a song about "I like furries"

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

I bust rhymes like emissions i lust times like premonitions

I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right

Conspiracy theorists are bitches i don't like

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

Like i said i run this bitch like im the fuckin reverend

I don't feel like i belong, i feel like i'm a guest.

The day before is better than the present

Over me the same peeps that have died

I wonder what heaven is like

Like when i was an infant,

If you feel it, it must be real just

I end rappers like chapters i spend masters like bankers

And only cheat on my broad if i run out of answers