This is a song about "Farewell"

It's a word of farewell,

Don't you leave a seed in there

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

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

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there

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

Farewell adios i grim reap you

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

Ya i'm done so farewell

It's how we put it there