This is a song about "No need to say goodbyr"

No need to clarify

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

This high powered cell at the county jailpunk judge got a grudge, can't post no bail, what

Just so i don't ever need to say "i need a hit" then i got myself caught up

No need to stop and swerve

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Hop in and let me test drive

Ain't need no grams to enjoy my life

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

No magic, these leaders, it's tragic no need to breathe, the heater

Im washin off another plate

There's no need to wait,

But no need to worry

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Nevermind i'm lyin she bumpin me all day

No apologizing, there's nothing more to say