This is a song about "Peguas and pheonix"

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and

Fellatio is frequent, still i treat them decent

And get it again and again

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

And once i'm dead and gone

Wonder where i went wrong

This batmobile is real hard to steer

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

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

Yeah, ready for whatever

I pray the lord my guns to keep

And kill yourself and your clique

To war with the coppers

And their mothers and fathers