This is a song about "I have a song i need to sing you and i like pancakes"

Lord have mercy i act a fool, maybe i need to go back to school

The straight life's like a sedative, everything's cool

Approach for contactcause i'm live i multiply

Sing along, like a mother i think that i better high-

Send him the voicemail cause we all the way gone

So this to you, i present, is my final song.

One way or another you'll be givin it up, huhi guess cause i'm black born

I need a reason to go on so i put on a new song feelin withdrawn

And i have a few messages that i have to send

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

Often wonder to myself where the day's gone

Didn't want you to mistake me that's y i wrote this song

Harder than granite, hoes know i'm coming

I stop for a second and listen to them sing.

Me and juan ensurin' you that your slut daughters gone

All the people gather into a crowd and sing a song