This is a song about "Don t lie to yourself"

Type of chick that only dress in something that’s designer

Bullets are drawn across 'n' cause don to drop in the misfire

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Fight for what broad, these hoes ain't mine

My scythe don blessed ya made a mess, much to your dread

That i just haven't came up with a name yet

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

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

I give her vicoden relief you just an aspirin pill

Don´t try to fuck with me, i am the one who goes for the kill,

Not relying on the light no more

You don;t thin anymore

Depressed for years they still don`t know what i feel

Is heaven just another door? i leave this here

Hold up, you might be think'n to yourself

Self-hatred...i hate you...and myself