This is a song about "Afg breakup"

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

Knit the numeral 6 into your skin with string but slip,

Searching for fortune and famethe one thing we all adore

I'm always down and out watching things decay, always begging for

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

Severing your main veins opening them up with grenades leaving decay

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

Look in the scope, my people still a target

Because i've broken more boys easy as shattering glass,

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist

From shift to shift, i slip right in, don't you dare resist

To shut people up without breaking there jaws,

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

It's only right we lose greatness at its pinnacle

Trying not to slip i'm trying not to stumble