This is a song about "Imma bow this ill feggots call me the healer"

Fuck the haters imma just povolt over this bitch

And these artists don't need me they already rich

This time ill make sure the caskets closed

We forever be real, we'll never fold

Motherfucker i'm ill, someone call the doctor,

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

And hear me muhfuckin fast again, imma muhfuckin coaster in this bitch

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

Ill minded imma take aim,

My heart is sayin' leave, oh what a tangle web we weavewhen we conspire to conceive, and now

Cause i'm getting real personal now, i don't know how, else to go about this, someone call bow wow,

When you making a difference it's gone be haters

But imma talk shit, for the rest of this fucking verse