This is a song about "Peeling"

Kicking swahiliindeed nature feel my first seed

With a freddie cruger glove peeling at your meat

If not i'm hoping that this letter could convey how i'm feeling

My feelings are peeling and i'm kneeling so i don't begin unfeeling.

Still feeling cocky like your peeling me away slowly as if i was unholy,

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

I’m peeling wigs, killing pigs in my dreams

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats