This is a song about "Disaster and trying to get back"

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew

Trying to get to you

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

63. to ever take a logic beat and disaster it,

Im trying to get outta here man im really trying

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Im trying to get outta here man im really trying

I say i got it from grinding, perfect timing

I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right

Stop flirting and trying to get with the girls i like

All i'm trying to say is get back, click-clack, blow

But i'm right back cause the fans couldn't wait though

These sb's ain't never coming out

Trying to get out and around

Wolf gang be on that wrist split splatter

my life turned out to be a disaster,