This is a song about "I don t have love for this"

Don´t try to fuck with me, i am the one who goes for the kill,

Mass appeal,and this bag i hit got me alaskan chill

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

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

It's a battlejust for tha big money

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

The prerequisite is gun clappin' so what happened

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Tell these people something they don`t know about me

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

Everybody, just clap your hands if your a real

I have nothing to show for it, except this rap poem,

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

And she throws up whatever she eats

Now i have this girl, who changed me for keeps