This is a song about "I died about a week ago it hurt"

Same simulation of shit i spat about years ago remains in allocation

When i rhyme and spit /and write this shit and feel stuck in the darkness that im residing in

I phone home to the real they wanna know just how it feel

About 3 years ago and i was the only one to hear

Mother died in a wedding dress, it was a depressing death that hurt his youth

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

I knew this guy, shit, i wouldn't hurt a fly yet wouldn't cry if he died.

Yea! we got a lot of star power in the building tonight

A year ago i thought i had no future

If its not couture, i will not go to her

And a week before i decided to send it

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

The setting is set i already set it. made your career a day ago but i am ready to end it

For the opportunity to present, i tried to explain myself but started not to give a shit.

Hold up, wait a minute, all good just a week ago

Most determined, but with the smallest of funds to show