This is a song about "I could take in this view of you forever"

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Render you washed ashore target tuned, in, red dotted point of view ending you,

Still the man with the pan

I want this shit forever, man

I could buy you a bracelet but you won't take it

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

The pain of the memories of you in the hospital last, forever and a day it seems.

You watch your mouth around my mama you couldn't cuss mani had a down ass homie though; we ran the streets

To see that this is my serial killers point of view.

And you got that bomb, huh, i'm tryna detonate you

Just me and my two of my dudes, blue man crew

This is my point of view, holographic pointed at you

This is my point of view, the system i appeal too,

Make me wanna write my own little song for you