This is a song about "Repeating and replicating"

It still will come up clever

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

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

Grab the scissors and saws and

She got me caught up in the moment

To them it's just a story

Living young and wild and free

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

Cause i drove you insane, you repeating the same names

And a fridge and some broccoli

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free