This is a song about "Menstrual cycles"

Going though cycles never achieving your vision

Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

They grow up in cycles of poverty and violence,

Cycles," "you're no michael jackson, i'm having

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

And this ain’t biblical but this sermon is spiritual

Came to a nickel of weed, and i blame it on her menstrual

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

Cycles," "you're no michael jackson, i'm having