This is a song about "Near sighted killer whale"

My pistol close in handconvinced this is my year

Oh, don't worry about chronic, he's near,

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

I'm a whale and you're jonah my proportions are biblical

"contemplate", i wrote about her

Figures i'm the real figure, the god killer,

You're uncool like my mother kin

Reflection, nowhere near perfection.

Like i wasn't going for like mix-tape of the year

I can’t believe i almost killed myself, shit was near,

I need to beat

Or no where near his feat.

So on my way here i hit a couple of queer

The flabbergasted avalanche of ambulances near

Or even near to my family

Did the best i could, raised in insanity