This is a song about "Little shop of horrors"

Lets talk about the cars y'all got

Faded like a barber shop

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

Theres a little bit of hell in everyone just waiten to escape

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

Rape's hard, so i'll go looking to shop

Can’t tell you where i’m going, just know i won't stop

And jade's a fucking acrobat, i'll flip her on a mattress

Told myself take a little lighter fluid and a couple of matches

So unzip the bra be in awe from the nipple

Everytime i think of you, even a little

Feeling a little bit of craz-ee in me

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

Nasty new street slugger, my heat seeks suckers

I'm bothered by horrors / ordered by officers