This is a song about "Forsake"

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

Lookin' out for money trees, jesus christ forsake my soul,

Lookin' out for money trees, jesus christ forsake my soul,

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

So i thank you, but i hate #you, and if i had the chance id forsake you/

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

I'm just here to break the mold, but y'all would forsake a soul,

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole