This is a song about "2 years"

I said lets do, he said, i knew it, and i blew, 2 years after

Not even on the distance factor chicks who pick the rapper

Let's enjoy our younger years

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Don't cross me, cause my friend, i'm no jesus

Number 2 pencil or picasos brush

I know some of those years

She likes the way it hits her lips

Its been 2 years and i got a lot of practise

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

My mama smoked so god damn much

Pin drinking sway 2 touch