This is a song about "Fake feelings heartbroken shadow demon sad"

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

I grasp the defining soul of demon,

Electric chair i don't deserve the fun

Dont judge me ...its my feelings

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them

It will not be taken from the demon

It ain't with me you're fighting with but my verbal skill's shadow,

Me and my pupils is mutual they not focused as me though

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

Most of you are heartbroken, stop the rapping, and start smoking.

A shrouded cloaked confounded shadow protective hateful entity.

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Before, music reflected my feelings,