This is a song about "These"

A few rights restricted you won't miss these

But in the meantime it's lights please

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

These lyrics that i spit out to these rappers are forbidden fruit,

To achieve any of these, we just let these visions past by,

That’s why you never expect to see me say goodbye

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

All these famous serial killers got these sharp ass blades.

Striking with interest in these

Inferior, but i'm nice

Im visious when i kiss these

I'm everything that they call nice