This is a song about "Were i cum from"

Gotta boner, im gonna cum

Oh, you look like my next victim

Huh, big syke he be ready for whatever

Casuse girl i miss what we were

I was king you were queen

I'm the head coach of the team

Fortunado, the porsche apollo, wars'll follow

You were from a place where people swallow their sorrow

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

But i will still give your mum my drops of cum

And i cum so much i make fun of niagara

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera

You were handicapped from birth call it congenital defect,

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

I ran away from truth, lyrics were judgement, the beat was a noose