This is a song about "Full of bullshit"

Full of futile exercises, for a future full of bars

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

Like a line full of hoes

It's full of gold medals,

Or closed casket for our troubles

This towns full of bull shit

Saying they this and that

I just wanna be higher than that

I'm sick of the noise, sick of the bullshit,

Full of myself, but still hungry

Not hungry for my poetry

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

The lies of this bullshit entertainment foreclosed

Let's have a toast for this new love

A book full of blank pages