This is a song about "Being ok after a break up"

A do clown that foxtrot break

They say them colors must be fake

What the feigns say, few roaches you need spray

May take a while but its ok

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

Dude just leave after every vote a break

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Stopping me from being fluent , end up dead like a nuisance

So en garde, my god we got these artists in awe

Probably get a boom headshot, or walk up and break your jaw

Now that you’re gone, gone, gone

This is my break-up song,

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate

You aren’t up to date being an mcee for a bitch is too late,

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

I'm going up the snow without being zipped by a jacket