This is a song about "Emo punk rock trip hop cabaret"

The pop rock cos you ain't good enough for hip hop

Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

No need for a punk ass nobody music engineers

Bitches love me out houston like spinach dip

Soo be ready for a painful trip.

Sorry punk you just met raps first youthful maestro,

Jim chose to give his work to smash in dough

Some niggas sayin’ bullsh-t but they don’t be important

But he was probably from your crew, you fuckin punk

Life is real but there's no need to get emo

Then all i really want is for her to go down low

I suffocated the little motherfucking punk last night.

I give my heart to one broad, the others get the pipe