This is a song about "List"

Just one of the many problems on my long list

They blast for me and i don't roll with no atheist

So the fuckin' school suggested me a therapist

And i tell my kids to burn their wish list,

Go cop the 3.6 and meet my name on the deans list

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

A complete stranger added me to her prayer list

Now i’m armed and i’m fayetnam’s finest

To bad you aint on the guest list

Level 10 and you ain't even on my hit list,

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist

I decided my pride is just why i resist

Every fag is on the hit list

Now i'm back with one of my latest

Its all good cuz i was on her wish list