This is a song about "Unicorns and lepricorns"

Get on a song

And once i'm dead and gone

Forreal, i got a pole in the basement

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

The drug that they brain need

And kill yourself and your clique

On they twitter writing novels, see

And a fridge and some broccoli

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

I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement

And remember what i said and

She can only live for the moment

And i'm dizzy and spinning

Check the stats, my team winning