This is a song about "Going awol"

I'm going, ain't no cop out.

Or know what its about

But i just kept on going

I do the right thing

Going dumb im going crazy,

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

Aight, keep going, on and on

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Going up on the mic

Still listen to big

I'll be swinging going down

They just go around

Asshole flowers, going home

Don’t hit my twitter, leave me alone

I ain't going to lie,

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die