This is a song about "An idoit"

I think one is an orphan. and one had an abortion

I still keep it indie, y'all worried the dow slim

Then you should shut up an sit an listen

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

Cause you didn’t play the game right

Anorexics an apatite

Just an alert of an amber

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

An immoral immortal

With a honey in the middle

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

You've got an appetite of an anorexic,

I write rhymes an you know that i don’t need an excuse,

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose