This is a song about "Keswick convention"

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

Bitch i'll fuck you for some target practice

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Going sober is no habit see, i solely glow magically

Askin' for some money for rocks, to ease a bad habit

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit

Even with no practice i'm partly ace

Keep yo' head up and try to keep the faith

We left em a world that's cursed

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

On fire, grind her ashes, shoved up pussies like gyno practice

A habit you'd hate to have it cause average just wouldn't cut it

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

With a honey in the middle

Hackers die, code is immortal