This is a song about "Cod your terrible"

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

And of course, my car's off course

Even your face looks terrible

As i light one for ill will

While scheming on hits

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

150 on my chain

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

She so hysterical, she say my life ain't regular cause

So here, i'll give you my condolences for such a terrible loss.

Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers

I felted terrible, because all i did was making her feel worse.

Not one j got a pair or more

Your eyes it's my paradise, your

I need something to hold fuck that passive aggression

When my minions meet the living and have terrible tension