This is a song about "Moon chalice"

You'll never drink from my chalice, ill have you shrinking smaller like alice

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

You pull up in parking lots

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

Cold and callus, gold chemical chalice, subdued by the blackness.

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them

Gaining youth, drink from the chalice at the fountain.

Leaving you laying there like your gazin at the moon

Turn a good vagina into a typhoon

When i’m in the groove, i can freak a tune

Gettin higher than saturn and the moon,

Every afternoon after school crank the tunes and wait for the moon

Yeah, them niggas spittin' while i'm dishing out a typhoon