This is a song about "Don t come back"

And goin' half on a motherfuckin' hundred sack

We've come all this way from way back

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

A, b-s-t-r-a-c-t, come in smokin' green, talk about a stupid question, you feelin' me?

Then i come back to my mom's body

America's most wanted like chi ali

Make the fingers snap

Would the great christ come back

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

Hey zach i know like me. i don,t not like you. you need alone now

Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift

Anyone disagrees is gettin speared /anyone don t agree is just weird/

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

For thinkin you would come back

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

But you can always change and come back