This is a song about "About my freind dorcas"

I like my friends imaginary with no names

So i can just rap about my mistakes.

About to get hit with my meat cleaver

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

Audience off, when i talk about my intrinsic

Cuz i think i just made a new freind

You're my river runnin' high, run deep, run wild

This is like love, that you can never get

Wasn't mine, but that's enough about my shit

A story to tell about my origin

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them