This is a song about "Pancake fucking"

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

And blast you with his fucking

Made the road clearer

Fucking painting picture

He couldnt flip a pancake.. i wonder how he got the job

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

Like animals rutting, loving, lusting, fucking,

I bet you've never seen a pig fly

Im screaming to the fucking sky

We are on the fucking cusp

But got comma’s in my statement

On this fucking world may be the fucking underworld

Let's go shopping, get your purse, them bitches be tricking first

Go pop some pills or something

Dry land , but its my fucking