This is a song about "Bleak mourn exploit drowsy drawl exhausted radiate pleaded manslaughter"

Every day i mourn it cuz my love was never dormant,

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

Burned and sunk, i will not mourn

Luck on my brim supreme keeps me warm

February seventh is the day i was born but it is also a day that rappers mourn

Instead of livin sad in jail i coulda died free and happyand my cellmate's raped on the norm

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

Never run out or get exhausted, feel haunted by my own success

Verses sweep my mental urges bleak

The revolution will proceed

Cuz she like the dirty southern drawl that the yanks get mad at.

So if he die, and came back, would he try to save rap

But all i really want is a kiss on the cheek

Never hitting delete, technology peak, it's bleak,