This is a song about "Fucking shit bag"

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Ghandi and the dalai lama and other words, shit they sound like a bag of weed for me

Ever think why people fucking slit there wrists and shit

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

God damn ima fucking murder this shit

Chris wallace said the sky was the limit

Blindfolded my own insecurity was holding me back

You shouldn't have used my face for punching bag you fucking fag,

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

I say way too much fucking shit

Yo, heres a paper bag,

Skin tone i wish i could take it back