This is a song about "Kohl thorpe"

Was last year, lookin all clammy

You a lady boss, now you fly free

We don't need y'all, the fader's who we really fucking with, bitch

Mid-drift, turn on the switch, broke but killing rappers that are rich

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

Find whatever it is you need/ from the bomb bay car fucking hoes on main/

If you ain't first, you came in last

And bijies like im out and

While you gasp 'n' you croak, my clueless rivals run as i chew your eyeballs whole

So much black on it look like i'm mining coal, call fire control,

With such an ugly picture in it and

The memories were to shitty to even last,

I made my last fucking mistake.

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made

Me rolling// in lamborghini rims previously stolen//and watch you gasp at my

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry