This is a song about "I m a new zealand soldier who hold the wait of the would on my shoulder"

The shoulder, for you to cry on

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

On my shoulder blades or tirades of torture whirled around me my glee would not fade/

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

Or had a new set of beliefs, what would the difference be?

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

Hold up wait a minute watch out for the fuzz

Cos my momma told me dat i m the best!

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

I can taste the salt from my tears

Been on my shoulder and wait for my death

But i press on like a soldier, not god's, but my feat

I can always go home and look down my street

But the motor died, i'm a soldier who never dies

Outside of popeyes eating chicken and fries