This is a song about "A weeaboo called sarah"

I'll meet you in the sky

Whilst in a school called junior high

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

I got an epidemic in ma blood called a rapping

'n' they don’t make me laugh or even cook like you

Joseph called me a faggot but it aint true

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

I stay making bread, i married sarah lee

It's time for a bloody foot you little rabbit

This little creep done spit a weak rap called "fuck it"

A name with a vision boy called aspect,

Why would i worry? i am forever blessed

Stare a more sawed off strap bear a chore called from mad

Like you threw something to me-so i threw em back