This is a song about "Bu ester"

I'm so over cryin, waitin and hopin playin the blame game

Somehow i manged to access this information in my brain,

And i can't even look the other way

Anyway i'm standing in the alleyway

But somehow i'm still standing right here

Middle finger up, give a fuck how they feel

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Gratitude for access to the shadow of greatness

Motherfucking 8 balls, til’ we live at the pool hall

Living in this bag of meat standing 6 foot tall

Let's find a spot for you to do me, in the darknow that it's passion, hold me tight

They call me malevolent-oxide a terrible toxic peroxide,

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

Cause yo ass got me fiending for ya so far

I'm on that good kush and alcohol