This is a song about "Hear my bit"

The boa know they loving the crew

Turn my mic up a little bit (would you)

Use my watch as a pawn to get your queen took

Motherfucking thugs, my best friend bit the metal for good,

I hear it in my head

You already know you're dead

People jumpin around when they hear my sound

Then speed it up, this playing in the background

Queer, discreetly you secretly fear every one of my words you hear

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

And i still havent seen one bit of my p

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Getting my mind higher trying to see a bit clearer

I decline for the moment he unfollows on twitter

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

Oh god i hope you hear my prayers,