This is a song about "Rates and conversions"

This is something different

Grab the scissors and saws and

Living young and wild and free

She going to borrow some money

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

And you would think that i’m european, my tribe different

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

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

Or like monumental mixtape of the moment

No, no, we are not those

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

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

And remember what i said and

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different