This is a song about "Forsaken"

Baby i beg to differ, bet you can polish a pole

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

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,

Ukrainian giving dome top craniumass shot jeans like she painted themt-raw niggas try to favor him

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

Well, i’m flyin' over, literally, flyin' over cities

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

I was breakin' ‘em down, now i’m sellin' ‘em whole

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

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

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

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

Minus the love, they feel like i was something to hate

I think about us and this god-forsaken town

Barely breathin tryin to keep from gettin shot down