This is a song about "Drafted to iraq"

You need to stick to balling

Since we not even talking

To skate to my full potential-

Never wrong at any level

That we can't forget the past

To get to hold your hand

Did the best i could, raised in insanity

In baghdad, iraq only wealthy live happily

And you faker than willy wonkareal shit, i told you

You got nothing to live for, nothing to look forward to.

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through

Pray to god to bless you

Whipping whatever i, 460ls you

To try and violate me to.

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

Now you have to bury me to!