This is a song about "Meeting your ife"

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,

Usually turn out to be the fakest ones

Your eyes it's my paradise, your

Not one j got a pair or more

Then you deny ever meeting to greet or acquiring these

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Ain't heard dc since sardines came

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Balls deep in this evil device, meeting his sweet demise

Shout out my nigga reggie bush that just gets you the highs

Turn a good vagina into a typhoon

I assume you'll be meeting your doom,

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

I set up a meeting with the local neighborhood botanist/