This is a song about "Miss coleman"

Everybody and their momma gon' chant this

Blind sheep can't see signs,the warnings you will miss

It's gonna fucking hurt kurt, when i turn you into cole-man

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

Fearing imma miss my chance

For setting up traps

Miss hard working, shit spurt mess.

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

You're uncool like my mother kin

Ahh i knw i miss pronunciation

Swerve swerve, fill it up, miss miss, don't forget

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Pocket racked up all big faces

What does "bully" mean to you miss?

Now you speaking my language

Oh i miss you to much