This is a song about "Id rather stick my finger in a blobfish"

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

And who's to blame?me. ive got more skill purely in my pinky finger,

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

Your girl strokes my tip like she finger flicking a lighter,

You callin for a truce fuck that i rather attack and put ya throat in my grasp

Even now i keep a frown when i come arounddon't ask me about tha past

Tryin'a keep up with my mind, and you wonder why

Sitting in my room at night wishin id die

Now shes in my attic crying id be afraid too

And what’s worse is before this, i had worshiped you

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

But i guess id rather be pissed off

1st class hermes, panamera, purp pass

Always been just a stick in the ass!

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

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