This is a song about "Bray wyatt"

Now that you’re gone, gone, gone

Or the grip was too strong

Cause i'm crappin out better shit than you while sittin on the fuckin john

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

Then we'll rise and fight like warriors 'till sunset like elton john,

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

You're the john mccain to his robert e. lee/

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

I'll split your thinking cap thinking that your head strong

I get a pen and paper

She stands strong can't sink her