This is a song about "I will be out on the afternoon"

I run out on the job.

Pawning my chain in the shop

You can try to walk inside my brain but i close the door

Because tonight i will be out with a different whore

She leave before the sun up, leave you something to think about

Don't be on the outside looking in, don't be on the inside looking out

The memories will always be the best so, i sit and

My only purpose in life to kill myself up on accident

Butterfly bow tie, made my mark like the craters on the moon

I think i might go michelangelo with flows this afternoon,

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

Forevermore i will be here and nevermore will the haters be hardcore

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

I eat you like a afternoon snack, and i pour in the side glass some jack/