This is a song about "Grad 10"

Artistic individuality

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Artistic individuality

Track 10.) strange fruition (strange fruition)

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

10 chains i done copped em for the summer

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

No religion, putting 10 bullets in your chest

Artistic individuality

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key