This is a song about "Phil and alison"

62 dreams, roll a date with some lean

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

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

I nurture their brain, i'm moving the movement

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

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

The plight of a rapper or whatever

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

And get it again and again

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

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash

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

May just gon' bring hobo back

And like to boast and brag

She can only live for the moment

Grab the scissors and saws and