This is a song about "50 vent"

It's pie in the sky and there's bodies on the cement

Raise it , don't debate it, when you need to vent

They say love is the slowest form of suicide

But i'm 50 kilometers lighter than a #bike

Leaving 50 ton ships fucken capsized

Pay my haters not too much mind

Now satan's a friend, man to what extent? fuck it might as well vent,

So the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement

It can fit like 50 gallons fool

But i'm done teachin' niggas though it's school

Half your body laying on my chest

It's a better way to vent

Selling my assets, i'm so damn illegal that i need to be arrest

That's why i put my words in my music, to let frustration vent,

I hold the pen and vent my thoughts, release, all i need's a line,

Gotta go, gotta goyeah baby, hahaha, it's check it out time