This is a song about "Lab hypothesis how many open doors"

The game is to be sold not told, so fuck you

How many verses i gotta murder to,

And then the critics truly ask how many shits i give,

Just to watch the grammys, man she's so attractive

Thinking "how many have i killed?"

I am just an artist

And i got a little big, keep it low key

That's an ambien each nap, how many valium, three

It don't matter how many random letters you put in ya name,

But i feel my transformation gon' smash the entire game

I'm a geophyte, move under the ground til i can see the light

That should be our foresight, even how many frostbite

It's surreal how many bitches kill before the beat would seal.

My reflection contagious, i’m the messenger here