This is a song about "Laura baguet"

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

'bout to drop you cold stop you like mold crop you bald...

Of rotten mold inside your noggins cottage home

My heart too dark, i’m so gone, delete my phone

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

But this adolescent mind of mine, turnin me from gold to mold,

I'm just here to break the mold, but y'all would forsake a soul,

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole

I won't give it to you just like your girl even that bitch wants to make me hurl,

If i hold onto the shredded threads, it will mold into non-captured nets, girl

Take control and break the mold, mainstream, they confess,

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

Take control and break the mold, mainstream, they confess,

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

From the time that you stole my heart

That i can mold into whatever i want