This is a song about "A song in the style of the weeknd"

Searching for answers, that's human nature, you ain't in the wrong

For the intoxicating lyrical content of my song,

It'll be done before the tearing end of the song.

Niggas will find a way to tweak it till the art's gone

The mastermind, with appetite, a man of style/

Give her that d i'm outta 8 mile

But now i see myself on stage,spitting like its fire leaving the mic in flames

I would always keep a strong pace with a long face thinking of all the song names

Most times when a liquor all gone

Instead of singin' the same song

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck

I would usually talk shit at the beggining of a song but,

But cram the style up abit so you can pitch a tent in a lamp

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

Look at her hair accuse her of bein a lesbian, she says hell naw i just like the hair style,

And certain death for us ghetto bastardswhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fire