This is a song about "Rubbing your nipples"

Ma god i miss your nipples in my mouth

My garage full of cars that bounce

All the time with this glock of mines

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

You cant come to these altitudes, after that put rubbing alchol on your wounds

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

I just wanna see your nipples so bad

You, you, you have to pay for that

Pay him some attention, he's smart and he's genius

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Your lyres are cheat so hold your pen open your book-let

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit