This is a song about "Mitosis and meiosis"

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Or closed casket for our troubles

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Make martin luther tell god i'm the future for heaven's talent

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

And inhospitable,

Yeah come holla at your uncle

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

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

Vodka and soda, pineapple and patron

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

Well, maybe not forever

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