This is a song about "Repeating and replicating"

Once as a slave who imagined being free

And a fridge and some broccoli

I pray the lord my guns to keep

And kill yourself and your clique

Social conditioning and

Knees dug deep into the pavement

On, but they can't play with that round thing hun / seems to me they're repeating none

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

1st class hermes, panamera, purp pass

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

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

Took me a while just to write those

Ha! i'm more cleaver, clever

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