This is a song about "Yearning frenulums"

Hoping that mama would sympathize cause she broke

Not yearning broke, half-a twice a yapper wordy moke

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

Yearning on the verge of reality frantically searching for sanity when nervous

Fire burning, room turning, flower on the wall yearning.

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

Yearning for a strategy, oops!

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

Begin learning stop yearning take what you want stop hurting

You know that love is a very serious thing