This is a song about "Terror at dusk"

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

My love for music i trust she'll lead me out of dusk

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

I'm the center of terror /you better remember ur errors

I slaughter people from dusk to dawn

You were right here all along

And spit it the way i do simp-a-ly because i like this song

Never a storm til i woke up, and there was terror at dawn

Roast to dusk, i don't give two fucks like cloned celibate sluts

To add to the list of beverly hills victims

Middle america, hear 'em yell out in terror they were so scared

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

I’m trifling, damn right ignorant

I smoke until dusk, ash flies like dust,

They call me conscious, and i think i'm better

Whenever your rendered as a conjecture of terror