This is a song about "Moth"

By a moth, whom really had no right/

Throw your hands to the sky tonight

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

And i can't help but stare, cause

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

I'mma need two mics just to get my point across

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

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

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