This is a song about "Kyle and jeff"

And kill yourself and your clique

African queen got what you need

It was all bad

And like to boast and brag

Self-awarding, negligence of the less important

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

I’m trifling, damn right ignorant

Social conditioning and

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

As i light one for ill will

And inhospitable,

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Ima bosscall me ah a skinny rick rossflyer than a sworm of moths