This is a song about "My bestfriend victoria"

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Now i know my wrongs from my rights, days from my nights

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Its no days off, although i'm bored to work

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

I need to free them

My words are my rhythm

I might have fuck my ex's bestfriend but i'm not shore

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

My fliest days and my plummets... my random flaws in abundance,

Fuck kissing and hugging. they love pushing your buttons

I stayed away from reading the plain dealer

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Man it’s the killer tracks

My shit thigh like my bootstraps