This is a song about "Administrating an ss13 server"

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

I'll be like an adult fulfilling an addict' s dying need

An immoral immortal

She grabs the yellow bottle

She tryna get her groove back like stella, grab the umbrella

You can't handle my river, this an ending of an era

I gotta question for you man

Anti-violent i chant my rhymes an

Off of your melody

Felling an enemy

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Strengthening our special bond that parting could never server.

Its an imagination

Or babies they raisin