This is a song about "Forsaken"

Since i ain't in many penitentiaries the best revenge is fuck friends

I'm forsaken again, rhymes elatin' ta' ten, statin' that i'm hatin' the bends,

That's right, heheheyo, i heard you got beat up by the police

These politicians have cold souls, they've forsaken the peace,

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

No matter the outcome never be forsaken

Forsaken youth mistake the truth for it, that's why i'm writin' songs,

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

Jesus! this god-forsaken, generation! they can't even have a normal conversation!

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

The only thing that i can see is god's forsaken my soul,

The pope inside nine capsules, fuck it let's split a roll

I'm getting it, hustlin' like i'm still down

I think about us and this god-forsaken town

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

I've been forsaken by these snakes, and i'll kill every fake,