This is a song about "Coyote tango"

I ain’t saying that i’m finished

Kill it, leave it half filled,

Clocks tick backwards for hours as teachers stand rhyming in reverse,

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Our friendship grew, we were another's half

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Yah, angela so i command you to start dancing

And i ain't tryna spit, but got dollars here

Just like this rhyme put me on the reel

(bridge, different slower tempo.)

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

Crossing bitches like tick tack toe

In the club like fuck it, though

An i'm still dope, the hobbits no bill bro, bilbo still go not off tempo but on flow yo

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow