This is a song about "Into you"

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

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

Snap you into pieces, the definition of pliant,

Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round

// [you ran me into the ground]

Why would i worry? i am forever blessed

Putting you haters into permanent rest,

I ain't married, but i'm tryna find a keeper

You fall into an epileptic seizure

M.o.b.! nigga we ridei hit the charts like a stick-up kid

You think you tough? than ill slam your bitch ass into granite

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

You will join, into destiny's hands

Catch you up on places i've been

Ill beat you into submission