This is a song about "Negotiation"

No fiction, mentally dis function,my mind talks why should i mention

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Weird niggas make sick too i don't need no pistol

Swiped a pen to sign the contract so its official,

That you were in my arms

You haters put up your guards

Atomic bombs come like nations at arms

Fuck pigs, fuck guards, all some fucking retards

This ain't easy, im thinking

You'll find her slitting her writs, sitting,

Laughs at you and talks about

Pop it back stick it out

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

And nobody talks to him and nobody tries

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

Welcome back mitten, again sitting in michigan