This is a song about "A diss song on a fuckboy"

Send him the voicemail cause we all the way gone

Sometimes my name's a mystery from me like a song

So i decided to write a song

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn

Fuck it i got a few more now that my hair long

Power-struggle to come through with a song/

Hows that supposed to be a diss bitch,

Ain't nobody checking for your garbage

Spit a poem or a diss

They are the coaches in this

I made a song at camp

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

A bigger myth than christ's crucifix my life is a diss

My marble floors are killing, gold cars are so relentless