This is a song about "Losers"

A squad of ignorant losers chilling at a park,

Dear lord come save me, the devil's working hard

They ask me, what separates the losers from the winners?

I say bitch a lot, though i'm proud of my sisters

Never seen a creator consulting his users all the others are faggots, all the others are losers

Your mother was a baby boomer i fucked her on a table at hooters and passed her to my shooters

Since the losers you, man up to our bet

This is like love, that you can never get

The ladies baby boomin before they high school juniors

It's oldschoolfuture, here to tutor these pussy losers

Conservative shit but the losers is striking we stay where the kites retaliate

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

Readily i machete these steadily falling losers.

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words