This is a song about "Ravens are buns"

But it wasnt worth it cause now im gettin stared down by guys who wanna fuck my buns,

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

I guzzle up at the bar

Who do you think you are

Are so good while yours are mold

All this paper i fold

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

Your rhymes are nuclear but mine are demonic

As i light one for ill will

Skills are astronomical,

Physically straight but they cake they behavior

You are excess,you are nobody to me,you are stranger