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

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

I made a song at camp

I can do better without you

Because it's you i stick this song to,

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

I drink a red bull to get a red wing, flow tight make the dead sing

Throw her slightly to the right, so dyke i'm kinda wrong

Actually i like a broad that can help me sing along

I need a reason to go on so i put on a new song feelin withdrawn

But i'm losin' all my motherfuckin' friends.. damn!they should've shot me when i was born

Shit, caught up in your perfect world, you never heard me cry

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

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

Me and juan ensurin' you that your slut daughters gone