This is a song about "Kill yourself weeb"

Told to just be yourself

After lebron, i'm what's next

And right now, you're chillin, mind on yourself.

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

And everybody's having sex

Tell ya what bitch write lines yourself

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

Skill to skill, i kill to kill

Then you ished yourself

I can taste the salt from my tears

Trying to forgive yourself, so hysterical

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

But don't kill six people, maybe yourself if you're worth is

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

Might wanna make an escape like mike, kill yourself like a stupid dike/

Yeah this the illest bitch alive, i love her freaky side