This is a song about "Jy and kacie"

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

I call it speaking tongues

Big serg, we ready for whatever

And don't ever (and don't ever)

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and

I'm gettin help for this addiction, now golf ain't important

We can't catch the beat

And kill yourself and your clique

Grab the scissors and saws and

But got comma’s in my statement

Social conditioning and

Fuck you if you feelin' different

I reel them in, goadomes on see

And a fridge and some broccoli