This is a song about "One hard nipple"

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

Young rich white kids thinkin one day they'll be a star, fuck that, they're gonna fall hard

Ritualistic and plenty hard

A working genius, a work of art

Breaking so many laws, waking up in the dark

See, the love is gone with one another, it's hard

See, the love is gone with one another, it's hard

I'm feeling like i never want to be apart

Know give me a head start

My depression hit hard/

Maybe from my ass maybe from my third nipple,

Your two lips they smell like tulips so official

So rest your weary heart

Rat race no rat flow hard

So i be goin so hard

Snitches here don't got no heart