This is a song about "He stank"

Art design, archin' mine, fresno to clarke i'm fine

He wonders why he even tries, why is he wasting his time?

He raps fine lines he knows he raps tight

They say love is the slowest form of suicide

I'm gon remember her, but still

Thinking he wont goddamnit he will

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

He commit suicide

And he deteriorates

And no longing for dates

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

But when he discovered he was hopeless he gathered his things,

Mind he did and he was so pumped he lost track of time. he looks at the clock

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