This is a song about "Ing shit"

Truthfully don't do much, but with you trying do something

Ing to this finely adorned thing, my eyes see, were fondling

Story of keeness, bore-ing these cretins with irony

And to my soldiers rocking green in the country

Wondering shit, questioning shit

Told you camp lo was my favorite

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Straight up nagasaki-ing comic cons

Baby im on my other shit,

No car key and i mean that

Then y'all should get this too he's no please-ing it's a fact/he's a criminal of feelings

Put me somewhere my 3rd eye all scared but i feel like its been open since

I was on some tribal shit...

Fuck it turn my mic up a lil bit

So i'm one with that

Give me it holy shit