This is a song about "Pads and tampons"

Inspired by women, niggas say that i treat em different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Fuck fame, fuck money

And a fridge and some broccoli

Ima bosscall me ah a skinny rick rossflyer than a sworm of moths

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

And like to boast and brag

In the house, holla back

And their mothers and fathers

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

And stop playing hide and seek,

Saw puff, i was finna' speak

And kill yourself and your clique

I’m way harder than the concrete