This is a song about "Pest control"

In the back seat and it's getting quite loud

Fuck a pest, we ain't in raid drought

But i was too busy acting like a pest

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

But when i fuckin' go, lucifer will probably have my soul

Im unrealistically realistic, this beat, i control

Sicker than a tick pest

Hold my tears i tried my best

Open up your contacts then scroll

Please stop that shit! just gain control!

Dinin on this pest with these tyrannical texts

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

I’m waking up the whole game, maintaining control,

You got your nails did, damn girl you're on a roll

Look out below, there is no inventory control