This is a song about "Rates and conversions"

And inhospitable,

As i light one for ill will

Quays made a baby his birth rates new

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

She got me caught up in the moment

Grab the scissors and saws and

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Pushing my way to the top but this time it feel different

I got a dollar and a dream

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

And kill yourself and your clique

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet