This is a song about "Making it out of southbend"

I am making this out of reanimated beats scheme and inflated trays when,

Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men

I know its good n' all, but i never understood my call, just stood to crawl.

Making it hard trying ta figure who's out ta trap me, pataki, got all

Every day was a saturday, shit

Still straught to figure out all of it

I'll have you making dozens of faces.

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

Call me maeby fünke, making movies out of daydreams

I can't believe it, you're out here making stacks of cheese

So i give my love to my lady and pray for all these babies

Kids ain't like reggie jackson, nicki barnes their hero

I'm missing out on making everybody scream "whoa!"

Cast out of heaven, man that pain, it speaks for itself,

Never will i ever utter never to myself