This is a song about "Your nipples"

Then lost her faith again

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Your family, your friends,

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

Shove your head up your butt til ya see your own guts

I just wanna see your nipples so bad

Fight the temptation but it keep coming back

Usually turn out to be the fakest ones

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,

Where's your wealth? where's your fame?

I like my hoodies fucked with lame