This is a song about "Distrack on cassondra"

Riding on coyotes while i'm trippin' on peyote

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Cause i already moved on

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Not even on psychedelics today but i'm tripping on whats going on

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

Raindrops drippin' on my down on my head

The lights may flicker, your face feels red

Sweet, okay makes sense

Relying on myself

Relying on myself

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

Feel your chest on top on

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

Swisher almost gone, hold on

New message from mom