This is a song about "Repeats"

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

The cycle repeats until you can no longer give a fuck.

I'ma stop as the chorus repeats

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Coughing phlegm on the streets as history repeats

This is not somethin that i wrote for tha queens

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

Rap's not just pop that repeats three words

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

Media tells constant lies and repeats them in loops