This is a song about "Farewell frie"

They're tryin to say that i don't care

It's a word of farewell,

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

Don't you leave a seed in there

Ya i'm done so farewell

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

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

Farewell adios i grim reap you

When i get to warwick avenue