This is a song about "I like spicess"

‘cause every mother’s day needs a mother’s night

Conspiracy theorists are bitches i don't like

I feel like i want to explode like a nuclear plant

Why we call them hoes bitchesand maybe this might help you understand

Its somethin they never get, but fuck it i represent

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

Three times cause fate had my side

But i cant help but like...

And i think i like her

So it leaves me to wonder

Then put it into sex drive

I find dimes like nine - five

She gotta hold her head up high

But like i said i tried, i

Yeah, ready for whatever

And i think i like her