This is a song about "I don t want your apology"

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

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

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

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

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

It's terminally, permanently, seriously ill

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Your birth certificate is an apology from the condom factory

I got soul, there's more in store

You don;t thin anymore

Are you shallow cause if not i'll take it deeper baby

Go dissed raise your hands and rise up start screamin t

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Huh, got to get better with time