This is a song about "I have a cruch imogen bray"

I don't have a god, nobody commands me

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

We will never die, we are forever alive

Like really can i have a fuckin life?

I'm hoping that this letter reaches you

I bet you don't even have a clue,

Yeah hail mary full of grace

Booze? i think i'll have a case

Westside, bitch i run mine

Though i have tried, many a time.

Never had a drop, but what have i to lose, i still have the opportunity to choose,

I cant forget mr moosey moose, last birthday he bought some used nike shoes,

With a gun, wish i could see him clearer

I have a journey to crest have you for dinner