This is a song about "My chemical romance"

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

Don't pay for that, double-mg nigga brag about

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

I give her vicoden relief you just an aspirin pill

Here to give you, a medical bill, plan to spit chemical spill

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

I was so nervous when i talked to her cause she was such a romance chick

These my rhymes and my story

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Keepin everything to there selves like ye, vincent moved.

My nitty bag, my kitty boost