This is a song about "Gross i"

Gross homicide, both upside in a rose stride

Yeah the coach used to say i was awesome, right

It's slight blemishes and life system

Gross and sick is it to see 'em

Live off my lie and my lullaby

But like i said i tried, i

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

Threw in some talcum powder, cause sweats too gross

Boy i think i i hit the jackpot

Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block

On they twitter writing novels, see

I thought that i would maybe

Man i hustle, i hustle.

I'm modest, and humble

Everyday i hate, i loath,

I think that she knows