This is a song about "Lark on my"

Baby, let me give you a call

Hangin' pictures on my wall

Bleeding on the carpet, drooling on my chin

I make songs about shit for attention

Bitches be on my mind

Better leave it all behind

Cos we can't know to lark so we can't be judging

I'll be your student loan girl you ain't heard nothing

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Rasta on my wall, bob marley my idol,

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Close my eyes and turn my headphones on,

I'm on my figure 8 shit

It's all good, finna dog that