This is a song about "Marquel herbert"

Our relationship was like a bad poem, robert frost

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

A pool full of spit, dive in, i'm bout to drool

Will be the future tool or am i being a fool

Don't listen the bitch,if she call you a fool

I'm going hard for the days i was piss poor

But she forgot about the golden rule

Who cares, walk away, don’t talk you fool

Maybe you could fool any jerk

Momma in the bathroom poppa at work

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

Troubled economies, electing a fool//

Lovin how i got you niggas crazy

You're the john mccain to his robert e. lee/

I'm forever dope, you can check your schedule

If u don't understand consider yourself the fool