This is a song about "How i fucked you"

I fucked my fear and finally said her with my plale face that "i love you".

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread

Don't you see? i don't want me, i'm fucked in the head.

I think it's fucked up how, us rappers and athletes can make more money than a soldier at war

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

Let me rideuntil i get free

How fucked up it can be,

I think it's fucked up how, us rappers and athletes can make more money than a soldier at war

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

What preceded was the clue

Well how about i murder you

Hopin' when this bread get here

So i know how you feel