This is a song about "Afg breakup"

I don’t care where ya are

Prepare for your departure

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

You deserve a diss for your mess

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

See you rot,on the same banana,make your bars slip

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

But let something i don't like slip past your lips

Get in the mood on blacc friday

I break the seal fortnightly

To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success

Is someone who can take a mess

I don't wanna ever come down from this cloud of loving you

Letting me drown into your tangled up mess that will break us in two

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

So i must then get, off the bus then split