This is a song about "In need of a wingman"

Life is sweet, so sweet i need a shot of insulon (insulin)

I can do a whole song solely on that onion

But you're in my world now so you're outclassed, outmatched, in need of a body cast

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

Listen deeper than the music before you put it in a box, wolf gang

Now i need a mouth full of excedrin and a redbull in my hand man

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

I need a whip that's imported, and probably worthy of forza

And i love your brain but i think i'll never know enough

But my bars are so cold you gone need a pair of

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

From all you cheap frequent feasting sequenced in need of treatment,

Lack execution i fail but no conclusion in need of a revolution

Shall increase when we meet up in this dark placeyou might think you're happy with him

Awkward kid in need of a mom who cared/ dressed like a boy

Now i'm trapped in a life that you managed to destroy,