This is a song about "Iii"

Cause i promise (cause i promise)

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again

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

I believe in second chances

Shout out bobby on hundreds

Screw north west, i’m moving down to the south park, call me stan marsh/

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

Don't remember her name but she used to fuck john stamos

While the skies overcast eyes spy tornados

Sneak up on attack

Top dropped down, black on black

Like a fiend off the best rock

You could say im like louis & clark

I tacked, now my eyes bare they aren't john smith blank stares,

We apples and oranges but everybody pears