This is a song about "Cant get use to you"

She leave her hair in the sink

You start to shake and you cant think

I cant believe you think you could get these pricks

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

My reflection contagious, i’m the messenger here

But you gotta get out you cant give him the power heal

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

Cant afford to get a caught with ounces

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

And use it all to get high on the medical herbs

You cant get your fat head round this.

They for grossing a bigger business

Follow the irony, dick van dyke,to get use to lifeline,

Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine

Cant you get rich off your own track

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad