This is a song about "Conscience"

Why? cause i really didn’t wanna get my shit wet

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Yeah hail mary full of grace

His conscience can take him to his grave

Ripping out sockets, victims are barely conscience

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

My eyes go dark as i tap into my conscience

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Because i feed off all the pain that keeps you strained in your conscience

Mindless conscience nothing seems to speak to me

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Great sex, she ain't slept, she can't rest tomorrows that big test

And have a job and a conscience is it farfetched

Ass need a saddle

My conscience once agile