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The lyrics paint a picture of braggadocio and a defiant, almost surreal, self-image. The opening lines immediately establish a tone of reckless abandon, where even physical ailments like asthma are dismissed in favor of perceived status and wealth. The repeated phrase "it do not matter" acts as a mantra, attempting to override any potential negative consequences with a focus on material gain and perceived superiority, like having a "badder" bitch and a fatter wallet. This sets up an immediate tension between a chaotic lifestyle and a desire for control through asserting dominance. The core conflict seems to revolve around establishing identity and power in a hostile environment, often through aggressive posturing and bizarre self-identification. The narrator insists "I'm a artist, yeah, I'm not a rapper" and then pivots to "Bitch, I'm a penguin." This juxtaposition of artistic ambition with a strange, almost out-of-place animal imagery, further complicated by hanging with "lizards" and a "shapeshifter" slime, suggests a fluid and perhaps unstable sense of self, or a deliberate attempt to be unpredictable and outside conventional categorization. The lyrics suggest a deliberate rejection of simple labels, opting instead for a more complex, even contradictory, persona. A particularly striking element is the surreal imagery used to convey aggression and social hierarchy. The idea of a "penguin" hanging with "lizards" and a "shapeshifter" creates a disorienting visual that mirrors the lyrical content. This is amplified by lines like "He got hit with a pump then his ass splattered" and "Stepping on dorks just like they critters." The contrast between the mundane (asthma, tractors) and the extreme (splattered asses, black magic) creates a unique, almost cartoonish, yet menacing atmosphere. It's a craft that uses absurdity to underscore a brutal reality, making the threats feel both outlandish and deeply unsettling. Ultimately, the effectiveness of these lyrics lies in their audacious commitment to a persona that is both deeply insecure and aggressively confident. The constant assertion of "it do not matter" feels like an attempt to convince oneself as much as the listener. The bizarre metaphors and violent imagery, while shocking, serve to create a memorable and distinct voice. The writing forces the listener to confront a raw, unfiltered perspective where status, aggression, and a warped sense of self are paramount, making the emotional impact less about relatability and more about sheer, unadulterated assertion.

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[Chorus: Boolymon] Smoking yo mans, it fuck up my asthma I feel like Lil Uzi Vert, it do not matter It do not matter, my pockets got fatter It do not matter, lil' hoe, my bitch badder He got hit with a pump then his ass splattered Slime that boy out, 'cause he not a factor I'm in that beamer, lil' bitch, not a tractor Pull out a stack on this bitch, It attract her Bih got no father, this bitch is a bastard Wanna fuck my bitch, she want me to smack her Bitch, I'm a artist, yeah, I'm not a rapper Bitch, I'm a penguin, stop calling me a cracker Bitch, I'm a penguin but I hang with lizards My slime a lizard, he a real shapeshifter I hang with them boys, now it's cold like blizzard Bih, I'm doing black magic like a wizard Stepping on dorks just like they critters Thesе boys don't really want smoke, I Thesе boys don't really want smoke, I figured [Verse: Squillo] Bitch, Imma' penguin, don't call me a nigga Gon' fill my Glock and I'm spamming the trigger Booly my cracka, actually my nigga Hell no, I can't cuff on gold digger Hop in the Honda, it's a real deal spinner We pullin' up, what he say won't end it Nigga gon' cry playin' with the 5 He a real floor general, play point center Put me and the opposition in a cage I bet I'd knock him out, stop 'fendin' [?] I was high [?] at a Met Gala I was coolin' with a bad bitch, Kylie Jenner Ion got no patience, [?] [?] This boy a motherfuckin' groupie, he's doin' it Catch a opp, let it go, take him down Brodie free the-- bow, boomin' This music, oh my God, I'm pursuin' I know what it take for me and my niggas to go up, [?] what they doin' They already knew we was the blueprint anyway [?] If you spot me [?] Designer, my jersey on, I'm hoopin' (Yo, gang) [Chorus: Boolymon] Smoking yo mans, it fuck up my asthma I feel like Lil Uzi Vert, it do not matter It do not matter, my pockets got fatter It do not matter, lil' hoe, my bitch badder He got hit with a pump then his ass splattered Slime that boy out, 'cause he not a factor I'm in that beamer, lil' bitch, not a tractor Pull out a stack on this bitch, It attract her Bih got no father, this bitch is a bastard Wanna fuck my bitch, she want me to smack her Bitch, I'm a artist, yeah, I'm not a rapper Bitch, I'm a penguin, stop calling me a cracker Bitch, I'm a penguin but I hang with lizards My slime a lizard, he a real shapeshifter I hang with them boys, now it's cold like blizzard Bih, I'm doing black magic like a wizard Stepping on dorks just like they critters These boys don't really want smoke, I These boys don't really want smoke, I figured

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