This is a song about "Am gonna shine"

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

I am gonna learn a smell that is called suicide death

And y'all be laughing cuz you say am gonna melt

Then called her dickface, she call the connect

Rather be in the studio then out buying drinks

Now sing with me: i am gonna cut my wrists

Cause i am gonna rise/

Fuck trout, you bout? let's fish for ice

I'm done thinking, this ain't enough drinking

Asking myself am i gonna be winning

Cause i am gonna rise/

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

For who i am you aight gonna like me

I am a sinner who's probably gonna sin again

And louder than a microphone that's slightly near a lion's den