This is a song about "Botched"

Just on instinct, my men would pull to shoot weapons on threats, you'd end up a mess

And for the next week, next month and the entire summer he is a mess

With a melody of missing you heavily

Insane how she blew my brain like my name j. f. kennedy

All my mistakes i've made i need a chance to redeem

Keep your vision focus get wise and large your cream