This is a song about "My raging boner"

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

You're raging an got some grammar issues go back to first grade

You say you hard but can't even pop a boner

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

Fuck fame, fuck money

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

I go hard but like a boner in public i try to hide it

Finding a perfect storm of memories raging in fears

You're on the verge of squealingbitch made catching feelings

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin