This is a song about "Personal joy"

I go for my personal best

Half your body laying on my chest

Managers are merciful, close up, and personal.

With some soccer moms where they like to fucking sit and mingle

To become a demon, reamin joy from everybody,

Fuck it, odd future some nazis, black nazis don't copy

I'm throwin around broads playing monkey in the middle

If i die today was it business? was it personal?

All you smokers reggie i'm in the telley making a bunch of noise

I'm ill and void, still devoid of a realer joy of pealin' boys

I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame

Have you ever felt joy? then you mustve felt pain.

Now momma told me be careful who you love

My own personal blimp saying,"nobody is above."

Out of control, and suck the joy out of them both,

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those