This is a song about "Id"

Get fucked like me, but i say fuck my public id,

You're emotional bitch, fuck your period

And i hugged her and told her id miss her,

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Sb horror pack monsters under my bed

To kill those thoughts i hear id have to be dead.

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

Im white but id call u a nigga and love it/

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

And id like to love her with affection

Id rather him rot from within

They gon' love me for my ambition

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Id be killing corrupt mother fuckers, peadophiles and rapists

Catch you up on places i've been

Id rather him rot from within