This is a song about "I thi"

Ahh i knw i miss pronunciation

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

My records sell, yes sir

I guess i aint a soldier

But i know if i try

When that thing gon fly

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

I realize as i cry everything i have i owe to them

And i think i like her

When we not in summer

I'm back on my sixty six six shit

I messed up i guess, i will admit

Still the man with the pan

Shit i wonder if i can.