This is a song about "Pepe and wojak"

It got to be a lot of shit in your ass

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

And i ain't frontin for her

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

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

Aw shit, the piggy is getting near

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss

Once as a slave who imagined being free

And a fridge and some broccoli

Flyer then the rest of them

And get it again and again

I got alotta phones

And nasty remains and bones

Indubitably i'm too street

And kill yourself and your clique