This is a song about "Holiday to tenerife"

Now you have to bury me to!

I'm tryna learn somethin new

He can be sneaky like an assassain or walk in to holiday inn

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

If i can leave this place, and just get away

Nobody to treat her take her on a holiday

Even though she make it hard for me to see you

You got nothing to live for, nothing to look forward to.

Reluctant to, to give a shit

Razor grips, laser spit

You need to stick to balling

Thank kenny burns, though we not talking

Know it good when she go no hands

To reality and to the facts

Poppin cristal like it's my first child, lickin shots, holiday style

I'm rappin' for the scholars and the hustlers, meanwhile