This is a song about "Widows peak"

Love smothering widows til they freaking under the sheets

Indeed, the flow raw just the same as my levi jeans

Soon the government's overthrown, we hold the throne at the peak,

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

But bitch i'm at my peak, you'll never reduce me/

Natural thrills i seek stem from conquering earth's highest peak,

Pack a bad bitch then i pass it to my nigga meek

My rhymes are biddable, physical, clinical to your health even critical

Disorders and generate horror within' recorders. i'm at my peak, my lyrical

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

Then you'll jump back with the same peak same tweak on those sheets

I'm only head over hills when you give ma dick a lick on a peak.

Maybe he'll listen in his casket -- the aftermathmore bodies being buried

Beating chatter, your peak is shattered

Mixed cocktails, shaken not stirred