This is a song about "Magenta"

That i don't hate myself in any sort of way

But more importantly taught me to pray

Gotta front me a brick, that ain’t nothin’ to you

Joseph called me a faggot but it aint true

Smoking weed, inhaling illegal chemicals, looking and hoping for some sort of relief,

May we all rolland if you don't knowwe got the rap game petroscared cause we bout to release

Says the motherboard's overgrowing with crab grass

It's "cop fast and move that quickly" or cops crash

Who dreamed to rock stages

Ships that sail to distant places

And its simple as that baby

I thought that i would maybe

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

Where the process projects the problematic progress

From the back seat, back seat

I can't eat, i can't sleep