This is a song about "Moth"

Find a size fourteen, get the death's head moth

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

When you was leaving, did he put up a fight

By a moth, whom really had no right/

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

Im actually, pissed off at these laws if money shines bright we'd be the moth

My desire to never fall leads me to hitting walls

Assaulting cops i'm attracted to my pen like a moth

Find a size fourteen, get the death's head moth

They say the money talks and bullshit walks