It possibly reveals the paranoia of the Rico Snacks character that a bitch is freaking out about their condom breaking and he still feels the need to make a lowkey coat-hanger-abortion threat.
…Bitch can you blame me? I ain’t tryna have no seed!

Seems like a logical place to conserve such sundries.

Ancient Norse legends held that the Valkyries, a cadre of bad Aryan bitches and elite warriors of the God Odin, flew over mortal battlefields on flying horses (sometimes flying wolves, if you find a badass enough translation) looking for the souls of valiant warriors. Those who died truly noble deaths in battle would be carried to the right hand of God by these warrior-maidens.
Though I don’t consider myself a feminist, I’m a big fan of empowered female characters in myth, literature, comic books, whatever media you’re into. As a child, valkyries were one of my favorite parts of Norse mythology.

‘Nuff said

I’ve never made a legit Tequila Sunrise, as I’m too cheap to buy raspberry-flavored grenadine syrup. I’m a beer guy, not a cocktail guy. I will, however, use orange juice to dilute tequila to the ABV percentage of a strong beer and then slam that, which is almost a tequila sunrise.
Don’t worry too much about that and just get carried away to a mental image of yourself staring at the snow-covered peaks watching the colors of a well-mixed cocktail blend in your cup.

I don’t think this line means anything.
I hope I look better than Marco Rubio.

“Kief” is the fancy word for the weed dust that gets stuck to your fingers and caught between the cogs of your grinder when you’re rolling up. “Cuticle” is the fancy word for one’s finger- or toenails. I’ll let you decide which appendage’s nails I had weed dust stuck under.

Post Malone is kind of the great white urban musician right now. I just feel like I’m that big.
There’s a popular idea out there-I think it’s a myth-that it takes suffering to produce great art. Many well-known artists make art cataloging the injustices the world has thrown at them in their lives. So, Post Malone from a broken home=more suffering, and therefore better art, than Post Malone. Kind of a dumb idea, isn’t it?