This is a song about "Empty darkness and being saved"

I'm like the night, i'm full of terror and the darkness

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

Cant hold a candle to my infinate fuckin darkness actin like a narcissist and for the last

He grabbed hold of it and stood up in astonishment that he was saved

I'm here to wake up the people it seems you brains being baked

A depressed mess accepting empty sex and left bereft of love expressed

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

Talking shit, taunting feels like i'm being haunted feel empty like desserts

To being a being and beating the back roads and being it

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

My word of promise being consumed by the darkness

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

Empty you, not pockets, ima take my glock and cock it

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit