This is a song about "Compacting"

Well we all made with it what we will for thiillers knots berry farm roller coasters

Sick and i'm slick, i been in this shit since six years old, i'm droppin' poems,

I hate that these rhymes i create are the only part of me i can tolerate

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great

A complete mess but still i ride the roller coaster of life

And i'll never contemplate suicide again i'm too alive