This is a song about "Moelested by popes"

Fuck fame, fuck money

Known by notoriety.

Spread by mosquitoes perhaps spread by a needle

We don't believe you, you need more people

That's the window into the sky

Just me trying to skate by

By blasting up theme parks

I got these tats all on my arms

Forgotten by many, cheered by some,

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

Song and lyrics by watsky. covered by me.

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

She commited suicide by

She tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

Implement by increments my mischievous ligament