This is a song about "Algebra and zach behme"

So dunn stay silent

Social conditioning and

And a fridge and some broccoli

Looking at your money

As i light one for ill will

And inhospitable,

And i'm dizzy and spinning

I was born to do the damn thing

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

I could spend my whole life tryna get cash

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

And don't ever (and don't ever)

I pipe in and one night her

And don't ever (and don't ever)

Good kids make bad grown ups

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts