This is a song about "Miku does the test of being a great pop star in this ring of joystick verse"

I've conversed with the valley of death, and it tells me it's a test.

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

We be in the party like we own that bar

Your up in the sky a shining star,

Ha, the envy of dime dealers

To the back of this verse,

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Fairchild suck my joystick i'm the star fox you're just squeeze box

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

Slit throat put a wide hole in ya skull bigger then the size of ring rolls.

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Reflect your liking of pain? how does being violent, portray your view of

Verse two:yeah niggai got tha word as hellya blew trial and tha judge gave you

Pop a few xanies in lieu of you/the high gave me a brand new view.

But imma talk shit, for the rest of this fucking verse

No congressional reppers, no respectable rappers