This is a song about "Congrats on 7k"

Feel your chest on top on

New message from mom

Wish i could shed all these tears

Relying on myself

I may be level 1, but that doesn't mean i'm a rookie, you dissed nobody, congrats, want a cookie?

I'd rather hire a gerbil chorus watch and admire than listen to all these bitches i see,

' alright, already, the show goes on

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Your on fire.. your on fire

Raindrops drippin' on my down on my head

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

Not even on psychedelics today but i'm tripping on whats going on

Why do i continue on

As: can’t wait to pork your mom