This is a song about "I don t get tire"

Spit fire i don't tire, i am crass, do yourself a favor get your ass black and blue

Hoping that the material possesions can materialise to a better you

I just want somebody i can see

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Then i vomit on your t shirt like it's mom's spaghetti

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

Hey zach i know like me. i don,t not like you. you need alone now

Since i was killed by the don,

Pay dues like a hair salon

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines

Don't tire me out if i run out of lines

Depressed for years they still don`t know what i feel

Don't give a shit so my dick fuck bladders in your ear

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

I'm in plex, i got to munch you as t. rex,