This is a song about "Fighting hurts peoples feelings"

What happened to feelings

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

The pervs lerk as miley works that twerk till it hurts.

Cause this album pack enough evil

Into peoples life's who are peaceful,

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Okay i’m lying, but i’m trying

But im sick of the fighting

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

I was born to do the damn thing

Mark my words, better die off fighting/

Feeds him other peoples pets,

I'm on deck i'm up next