This is a song about "I m not coming"

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Can't wait to see your karma come back around i am not coming back

Scram i;m done with you piece of shit boo

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Hey y'all i''m sick like necrophiliacs in graveyards

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

Since back in high school, we was true, me and you

It is religious conquest i`m trying to pursue

Sniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

After all the weed....now i m feeling very high...