This is a song about "More more and more thots"

I leave this and hope god see my heart is pure

More and more convincing myself that i wasn't sure

Nothing more and nothing less,

I just play my part make moves like chess

All my privacy no more battling and conflicting

Listen, uno papi chulo bout to show you what you been missing

I get called more and more sadistic

Whips ain't shit but my kicks look sick

I'm not afraid no more

I got soul, there's more in store

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

And get me some more drugs

Good kids make bad grown ups