This is a song about "Growing that shit"

My hopes and all my wishes

That shoebox shit, over with,

That shit is fucking sick tho

I miss you at my recent show

After that moscato hit

She crazy, that stalker shit

The judgment day away is growing closer, on that dreaded noon,

Butterfly bow tie, made my mark like the craters on the moon

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

And i know it's hard when you feel that anger growing

Fuck that shit aint so dope

I know you just doing your job

Thinkin that we dumb an shit

Fuck it, they shrink to fit

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck

Continues to grow pinochio taught growing up that you reap what you sow. but