This is a song about "Sliding into dms"

For something u shouldn't had brought yourself into

I could think of a couple positions for you

Your eyes like a maze i look into/

Whipping whatever i, 460ls you

Split into recursive factions

I never fit in with them light skins

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

Riding lord sliding my sword i sawed your styling

Just stay smartkeep your mind on your bank roll

Like it's embeded into your soul

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

I came into existence when great sent "him" into retirement

Into little minces

And i don't rely on no bitches

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

Cause i dont rush into shit.