This is a song about "Chandler brooks"

Here i go again, searching for love

And stand up for the senseless

To livin in a house with food my stomach

Or any grand thefts, man i don't give a fuck

"the fucker's there!" but the cop didn't spy the mother bear.

It's been a half a year, i say we take it there

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

How to top those words he spake, how am i gonna reach my idol, miller, jake?

Niggas dying like its nothing

Weak stomach, i need something

Like i'm mac miller, killing these rappers before i kill myself.

They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Came on her stomach, pull out, never fronting