This is a song about "Libster megs and pheebs"

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

This batmobile is real hard to steer

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

Tryna be some mobsters

And their mothers and fathers

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

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Grab the scissors and saws and

She got me caught up in the moment

Saw puff, i was finna' speak

And kill yourself and your clique

My only purpose in life to kill myself up on accident

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Tell them niggas they slipping

And i'm dizzy and spinning