This is a song about "Landscapes and landforms"

And inhospitable,

A criminal grind mean hustle

I was born to do the damn thing

And i'm dizzy and spinning

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

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

And a fridge and some broccoli

Just to go to liv on a sunday

And kill yourself and your clique

From the back seat, back seat

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

Make my jollof with lots of pepper

Fuck wolf gang, fuck what? here let's take a trip

And some strawberries and some chocolate

And stop playing hide and seek,

For the low that nine cheap