This is a song about "Madison is a rem"

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

Everybody is a winner, nobody is a fake

Take advice keep it clean don't complain

Is such a motherfucking pain

I can teach you all the sounds of love

My lyrics is a virus

His life is a complete mess

Yes sir, please confess

But make sure if they do see

Is a necessity,

Lower than my credit score

Money is worst than a war

Coroners comfort your mama

Malcolm sex is still a

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Is when a person has a artistic skill