This is a song about "Creepypasta sally"

For desert she have vanilla dannon from my yogurt cannon

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

My only purpose in life to kill myself up on accident

I got a cold heart and you're in my sights so here comes the polar front

Be as your way

Straight from my bombers bay

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

Thats what i call lyrical invasion.

Any way you can

Weed i can't pronounce man

Ambition is definitely on the way

Yet it's funny coz i just can't keep the truth at bay

Intendent attend them, cool cause

Shes got blue eyes you can ''sea'' trough,

Convicts in streets slangin' dope smokin' weed

We have so much in common, starting at the feet