This is a song about "Back stabbing friend"

I go back to my friend rob.

I fucking hate this job

My father was missing, war lord oliver north

Stabbing gall bladders in backs of bathroom stalls

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

Stabbing in your back,so that's why i rock

I know my calling's worth like phone card

Except feel the pain stabbing through my heart

Tell you're friend, smoke a 10, back again and im in for the win

So i proceed to make gs, eternally in my mission

Slimy slick stabbing snakes, i wish they could fade away

Morty let me use the maybach back in may

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

Im starving for blood my friend