This is a song about "Filling out a survey that will be in the year book by november 5th"

I’m at the altar sayin’ my vows, to this benjamin franklin pile

I will never throw that flag that's failing right in the air by your mile

Im piloting hip hop after a 5th of vodka in the cockpit

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

I ride out like one of the horsemen in the book of revelation

I ain't never judged a book by it's cover or the back of it

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

And save your shitty freestyle rhymes for a kid in the 5th grade

Man did i get that, i could write a book on the love in her eyes with no setbacks

I know they mad i’m on, but that's too bad cause err shit, i'm here to stay i brought my bags

That will be me and you in the ring tonight

Yo, fuck 2dopeboyz and fuck nah right

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Filling with more burdens that will one day suffocate me