This is a song about "Kyle and jeff"

For thinking you clean

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

I nurture their brain, i'm moving the movement

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

And shorty, you straight, bet you look way better without no drawers

Of dissecting jeff beck into small compact sections

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

Living young and wild and free

Don't worry bout a thang baby

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

Took me a while just to write those

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Grab the scissors and saws and

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different