This is a song about "He awsome"

Some days he just wishes he could die

When i'm low, she take me high

He disses microphone cause when he grabs one, he chokes

80 holes in your shirt, there: your own jamaican clothes

Thinking he wont goddamnit he will

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

As he grew up he got more confused

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

He thinks that he can control

This shit has got my soul

He smoked, she drank, he stoned, she ratchet, he clank.

Know there's a barbed wire that's always in your past

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

He said he would never leave me