This is a song about "Farewell frie"

Day and night are my 'posites rare

It's a word of farewell,

Show me some happiness again, i'm going blindi spend my time in this cell, ain't living well

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

Win or losered or bluewe must all stay true

Farewell adios i grim reap you

Ya i'm done so farewell

Let me hear that beat, air

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

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