This is a song about "Rowan"

Snap her adam's apple, have a laugh, and toss her off a bridge

And you can tell by the chiseled horns on my forehead bitch

Self-made, 60k the first week

Climbin up this mountain your weak

But make sure if they do see

Like water is to a tree,

Quicken my raps, while i sicken the batch viciously.

I need your admiration for infinity

I do this as a service

See i'm breathing for a purpose

Whilst i puff this hash and dub the ash into your massive ass and laugh,

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

Past the point the earth no longer wears grass and is covered in ash

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

I reel them in, goadomes on see

While im bout to, go blow tree