This is a song about "Hts at freedys"

Bitch, i was born to ball

To love me at all at all

Now we must stand tall

To love me at all at all

Me and you just need to talk a bit

Spit at your corpse while i'm at it

Swinging at open wounds at the wrist

Now i’m armed and i’m fayetnam’s finest

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

I'm at the apex, your at the nadir

Thats where my profit is at

She was wet off the bat

I don't want it on my back

You know where i be at