This is a song about "Subjects and veebs"

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

And i'm dizzy and spinning

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

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

And for the time being lets me in love with the moment

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

And nasty remains and bones

I got alotta phones

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

As my name get bigger this game get different

I was wondering maybe

Living young and wild and free