This is a song about "This ring of joystick verse where miku gets her big rebel try on"

Somebody ring the church bells for da man wit no ring on

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

On cocaine to try and cover up her pain

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

Of the rebel gang captain

Uh. this the kind of shit that starts off on track and gets real fucked up.

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

Instead of stepping out the box where other niggas will try to get rid of you / sheesh

You all niggas ain't even on my level

Gold on my dentals, fucking mental devil rebel

From the stars down to where this next verse bursts.

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

You irish cocky bitch you're on my-ish level but you rebel

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will