This is a song about "Tita and karina"

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And nasty remains and bones

They laugh and scream and leap

We can't catch the beat

I'm modest, and humble

And inhospitable,

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

I nurture their brain, i'm moving the movement

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

And remember what i said and

What you doing when ross drop a hundred thousand

Look inside my closet

Wearing tanks and tatoos and shit.

And don't ever (and don't ever)

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her