This is a song about "Your clit"

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Floor seats at that wizards game

"look at her i'ma bruise her clit" thats just dimi's wit

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

J. cole's her ghost writer

Your on fire.. your on fire

Your lyres are cheat so hold your pen open your book-let

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

Some old bitch that we did before

Your eyes it's my paradise, your