This is a song about "Achtergelaten pijn en liefde"

Niggas talkin' greasy, i'm the one that gave them they chance

Some day i hope in-flu-en-ces are also fans...

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

My raps so high the touch en the ceiling

I wreck-en that im injected, infected do you feel threatened

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

I'm not really what i #seem in #vision #who's #the #en-ti-ty

En#forcing #borders #swarming #corners like #engaging in #coke

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Children en-captured in the fact there's one thing he can't get

Look at all these in-flu-en-ces like in-flu-en-za i'm sick

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick