This is a song about "I promise ill better myself"

Ill be gone soon, i promise that, i told god i have enough skills to make it in rap,

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I made a promise to me/

Ill just do it better

I can't touch her, so for pleasure

No more drama from now on, i promise

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

[i] is it impossible to idolize myself from ill-born idiots?

Always biting his teeth, his outer lip was shrouded with countless slits

I promise im -not - him

Lies, tangled with fiction

Why you crying? i promise ill take my time, relax

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

So gangstas keep doin wat your doin and i promise ill have the last laugh!!!!!