This is a song about "Bert oh my bert"

Oh, you stole my bitch that's just my confirmation

Scramble like randall if john randle was trynna get him

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

Then pass the bong (to who?) oh my crude dudes

Oh girl you're my narcotic

To seize everything you ever wanted

Don’t gotta shop, i ain't paying for shit

Oh girl you're my narcotic

Optimistic this isnt bad its different now

And scream so loud, i'm alive on earth oh my god wow

And its ironic he was pulling me off bert when we fought, he wanted all the respect he could get

But then they'll have an accident and pick up another mani went to the bank to cash my check

Wish i could shed all these tears

Oh god i hope you hear my prayers,

Fuck five oh die slow that's my perspective

I can taste the salt from my tears