This is a song about "Im into you"

It's like i just hit the lottery, my god

Cause im the underdog a prince turned into a frog

Whether its, chaw, or a cigarette, well, im into it,

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

I'm into the lyrics, you bastards are into aesthetics

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Putting you haters into permanent rest,

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

So 'fore you give into your whims

I slice you up into pieces

Five out of nine broads all get curious

But if you look into poetry

Look it something they can't ever see

Never really been into the ice

When you stare into the eyes