This is a song about "Farewell"

Pretty girls, sunshine in the air

It's a word of farewell,

When things went wrong we'd blame mamai reminisce on the stress i caused, it was hell

Wave farewell to the infidels, excel out of his shell then yell citadel

But it might lead to that r2d2, the mobsters creep through

Farewell adios i grim reap you

They tryin to say that i don't care

Ya i'm done so farewell

Oh well i gotta go i got more important things to do than play around with you farewell.

I turtle-shell niggasin harold and bell, niggaseat you like lunch, before the bell