This is a song about "More like my backyard"

Its like my heart is breakin in more than two

I could think of a couple positions for you

More blood, more pain, plain gain, that's my story/

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

Backyard for the tadpoles, shutters for hating assholes,

Satanic? bitch please, more like volcanic/

And if i'm down with this banging shit

Guess it's time to see who really is yo' friendtell me you pregnant and i'm amazed

But at least, my spit dont taste like yeast, more like minty tooth paste, what a waste,

Baby you like saying my name the most on your gucci bag and more

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

And focus more on my rhymes.

This is how she want to live