This is a song about "Taylor lindstrom poops herself ehreday"

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

Always working hard never gave herself a rest

She didn't have no twins of herself that looked like her

Racks on racks, our campaign strong, and yc like my brother

Said i'm just tryna do this quick like make haste

I'd fuck fate herself if she had the taste

That's why i shine like i does

Like clothes, herself swallows my census

My brain, oh so trippy satans game. fuckin taylor swift an everythings

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

But little did they know, i’m trying to change the rules

Hold up, give me a second i got the poops

The mother of these feelings calls herself dispair,

I'mma stop right there and i know you don't care

Wasn't long 'for she found herself at home in his sweaters,

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse