This is a song about "Saints r"

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

Like an r&b singer, bitch i'm a believer,

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

But r u sure cause u make me daisy

You just talkin' burners 'cause your a and r said so

Used to have this white bitch, she looked like madonna though

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

You chose a gay r&b beat? are you a psychopath?

And all women who had light features, see

You kids sweet / fuck ur bitch tweets/u dudes r pussy

She don't even need a job, got one anyways

Y’all ain’t the praising saints with the perfect angel’s face,

Of masc to the field and double to the r

Infatuated with becoming a relevant star