This is a song about "Eryn morton"

I put a condom on my heart, i don't be feeling shit

I'm experienced you're the weariest for a raw idiot

Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shake

Illegitimate, idiot, gangbanger affiliate

Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers

Ain't got time for dumb bummers or idiot blunders

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

Well you're just an idiot.

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

He just squealed like a pig, like a ignoramus.

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

I don't listen and stay ignoramus, if that's how we play i kill em faceless

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

He just squealed like a pig, like a ignoramus.

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

This my region, i deepen when i spit you cretin/