This is a song about "I m like michael myers and jason your race s and just waiting around pacing waiting for you in the basement it s insane ain t it"

Sitting around and waiting for the phone call, will it be or won’t it be

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

Paid well, like she supposed to, i'm a made man

You get a+'s and i'm like got holy damn

I been waiting for a little someone like you,

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through

Cold and deranged, so it just feels like i’m going insane,

Girl lemme get them ooh aahs then i gotta catch my plane

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Waiting for the shot to escape, this nonsense and frustration

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

You had a gun in your hand but you just turned around and waved it at them.

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Never fading, and i know that the haters are forever waiting

Never fading, and i know the haters are forever waiting

Please, we avoid pagan the pace is far more amazing