This is a song about "I miss you elijah can t believe you re gone"

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

Boy, you won't believe what i withstood

Oh i miss you to much

I ain't gone judge

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

But if you don't believe me you can go & ask your reverend

Cause the sound lasts longer, bass drummer song

I wish i can send you a tape after your gone

Wanna know what i been through, what you into

Girl, i think it's safe to say that i miss you...

The emergency room, gettin stitches

Pardon me miss, can you blow me a kiss?

No girlfriends, i know a lot of bitches

I dont want you to miss this

Gotta say it was a good day

You better believe i dont play