what is this time traveling skibidi black eyed with over 9000 eggs makes a beat

I time travel backwards, moonwalk the stack and flick flack
flap the scat like I'm making mats out of grass, because
when I spoke it I smoked it and then I blew the chaff
bath yourself in the aftermath as you drink in the brink in

humanities existence challenged by a simple paragraph
makes you think the stink it had to raise must have been
and expression of the brink of things
the way they found themselves so apocalyptically

and now you're in the city drinking in and out the mystery of the future
as you use your imagination to reenact the kak that has been used here

floating cars with inter dimensional chill, mill down the street
as your eyes meet with a foreign sibling eventually
you mention me, the words passing over your lips
and suddenly you realise the being is equipped

with a skibidi toilet flushing portal to dispose of you mortals