This is a song about "Sloth and connor"

My only purpose in life to kill myself up on accident

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

My father was missing, war lord oliver north

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

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

Make my jollof with lots of pepper

From the back seat, back seat

And kill yourself and your clique

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

Big homie hov said i am close

What i do, through and through and

I fear no opponent

It's so hard for civilians, thank god you with a boss

Cause i abhor a sloth and i'm as cold as a storm on hoth,

And a fridge and some broccoli

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee