This is a song about "A word and you was nothing for sure my righteousness and heroism makes me pure"

Yes, it's the illest bitch around, flawless and brown

Brace yourself for the ride, and make sure you don't drown,

She understands me and makes me check my heart rate

Drink a fifth of hennessy and then take another fade

And 808's and synths, riffs, and guitars, hard, for sure

I leave this and hope god see my heart is pure

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

And it makes me sick to think that you could blame me

And my dad do quick pumps, i was sure she was dead.

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

Cuz i'm pure bred and you a mixed breed

Um, wolf gang, that's the fucking clique

You ain't know nothing about me and my money

Grow up broke on tha rope of insanity

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

I didnt complain and didnt say a word,