This is a song about "How much of a sick bitch sophie is"

How can i be a prophet with so much imperfection

If a period is late then i will mark it with a question

All you want is a good amount of dough, and to shoot a bitch/

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

Just to try to get a piece of success, love me less

Puzzles me how she got so much, and made such a mess/

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Sick twisted prick, sick sadistic son of a biscuit

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

It's a mystery why everyone is so sick of me

As a kid, i can tell you how much i felt disrespect,

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

But you dont realise how much is at stake

I'm definitely in a class of my own

Is how much goddamn pussy you can get at your home