This is a song about "I want to have sex with my mother and have daddy watch then join"

They tested with stress that they under

And then raped my mother,

I have emotions that i want to express,

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

Then i might have to redirect where my missiles were aimed...

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

We fight then we have make up sex

But if we want that, then we're gonna have to pray

I’m on this one way headed where the slums play

But if we want that, then we're gonna have to pray

Whoa, umm, it seems you had a lot to say

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

You have to be in some stupid cult that i will never join here this "no"

I'm popping champagne, drinking till i'm jumping out the window