This is a song about "Life is a song so let me hit the bong i don t know how to rap but im not black shit might be a little wack"

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

Boom it hit the head headshot,guess im a little dreamy but its okay to die

Im a little wack but my posture is straight up my back

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction

Get you fixed up quick, i know life can be a bitch but murder is not the solution/

She always comin back

But i still rap like a black

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

I feel like im starting to fade, feelin like this shit might be a little delayed.

These girls all aboard, this young money trainhaving since fame shit'll never be the same

I hit a driveby on sandy hook while in the memory lane, but im not insane,

Im not a gangster, but i won't hesitate to let the luger clap bitch

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Now bitch fetch my bong i gotta get a hit before i get up to take a fuckin shit,

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that