This is a song about "Scrappy and sammie"

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

My desire to never fall leads me to hitting walls

Boy got dollars, pounds or whatever

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

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and

Self-awarding, negligence of the less important

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

And kill yourself and your clique

The revolution will proceed

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

But i let off everything i have