This is a song about "Baker mox and eric"

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

Vodka and soda, pineapple and patron

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

*angel* hell no, eric, those goals are generic,

Everybody witnessed tombstone by taker and 2f5's by brock the baker

They trying to be the greatest, their whole signing was a favor

And kill yourself and your clique

The revolution will proceed

I fear no opponent

Grab the scissors and saws and

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different

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

Or something that you paid for

Eric ya long-haired derelict look what i've got stock in store,

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for