Metro Boomin want some more?
Nicki on her side of the mattress, is making the best of a bad situation. All the anger and resentment that arose from hostile fan interaction has made her a “Monster” again. The chip on her shoulder became so inflamed that a dangerous pattern of self-worship resumed its course. By song’s end after trading barbs with the elite, you get a sense that her mercurial temper is actually reserved for those she loves so vehemently, her fans included.
They deliver my Lambo, all white with a tan bow
My body’s a work of art, he eatin’ this Van Gogh
I’m not in the bando, I’m Pablo Sandals
White beaches, candles, we sexin’, Anglo
Wh-wh-what you think all these n****s wanna cuff for?
A lot of Bloods, what you think they in the cut for?