This is a song about "Repeating and replicating"

Then they'll play with mario brothers when it was duck hunt

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

I fear no opponent

Grab the scissors and saws and

So spit it and keep repeating it, 'till we can't breathe,

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

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

I got geechi on her, came back: a hundred chains

Cause i drove you insane, you repeating the same names

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Riddles and jokes and scary crows