This is a song about "Abe lincoln"

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

I'm capital grief , driving from the back of the seat,

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

Your raps are as corny as nebraska

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

Capslock cause we only talk capital

Shout out them strippers who hustle

Yup, im stylin on'emevery girl i meet thinks im hot

And scared he married o'hare the moment illinois put him in lock

Because of my constant fear of being betrayed

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait

Part of my heart beat, inside of me

Plottin' don’t even worry

I keep a level head, gettin high layin low

She was hoter than marilyn monroe