This is a song about "Shoutout to all the pears"

Grown man shit tonight no romance shit and you should make this bedroom like monday night at magic

Trying to be illimatic, shoutout to lucifer, do justice to that classic/

Shout to all the muthafuckers who pushed me to it

It's time for a bloody foot you little rabbit

Zero options to choose

Had to deal with all the issues

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Constantly making you the butt of all jokes, of your pears,

All the way do to my knee

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Or to make their way all the way up to fame

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

I’m addicted to coke all the way to the core

And i'm all that, hit the passenger door

To teach all the prophets to preach

Not cocky, that's just honest speech