This is a song about "Finally in trill gods"

Live from the lamont's rose

Keep it trill for the hoes

I'ma rap deep you just talk burble i shot ma fiend off of me which instead made me much dull

Babblin in my journal i finally ain't travelin this fucking circle, no longer feelin hurtful

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

He seemed so sincere, so she finally gave in

This is for my niggas gettin' high on the regular

Anonymoose peace, keep it trill my brother,

Shit, caught up in your perfect world, you never heard me cry

*bleep* a creep in diguise cussin to the gods up high,

You mad with me cause i stay trill

As i light one for ill will

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

Creyente, believer in gods word

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

Getting pentakills like #jmills, stay trill