This is a song about "Damon s corny"

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

Enforce, i'm elegant and

My g"s have been handcuffed,

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

But i'm not the type to give up so easy might sound so corny

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Forty mental slugs for these corny gental thugs

No corny chorus is good enough for us while she passes through

Not knowin it's hard to carry on when no one loves you

It´s the battle of life

Sky high, iced out paradise