This is a song about "Netflix and poptarts"

And we crazy, homes

And nasty remains and bones

Cold, my style making my nose run

Sanyo, and handheld and handgun

If he does my soul to keep

And kill yourself and your clique

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

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

And i'm dizzy and spinning

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Hoping wes snipes make my life a bit different

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

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