This is a song about "Position submission admission delusion illusion"

But whatever your position may be, never go into submission

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction

Fantasies of you in submission, freaky positions

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Cripple with delusion

Just a place that they can come

She all on my skin

I charge for admission,

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Morphed into an illusion like a vivid mirage

Those weak ass basic already used punch lines are nothing more than a voter optical illusion

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

Position, fuck your permission

I know that love it could begin

Ill work your ass, leave you choked-out,.... submission,

It's my fact y'all are fiction with diction