This is a song about "Amy and tim"

I just know what you mean

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

Have no souls indeed

And kill yourself and your clique

Kaiser soze, we never see him

It all started with my mom's ex boyfriend tim

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Good kids make bad grown ups

And more than confident

And remember what i said and

Dc, man over money

And a fridge and some broccoli

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

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

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