This is a song about "A reflexive verb is a verb that has a direct object which is the same as the subject of the verb"

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

So rather follow the path of righteousness which is the mighty god

This is the way in which

D.c. all up in this bitch

My liver's cold, i got the frigid flow

Life is just a haze as the days and the nights go

Well, you fucking up, and truthfully i had enough

But still is that a reason to hate that it's the same love,

Tweak the bar, swap the verb

My shirt, purple label my shirt

A sinner not, i'm the building blocks, of which you want

A mother’s son dead, was killed by some kids popped

Is it that nothing stays the same unless

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress