This is a song about "On my ow"

New message from mom

Gotta take my dreams on

Before my time pasted on

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Might as well pre pay

He died on my 16 birthday,

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Close my eyes and turn my headphones on,

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

It aches ow, but you better admit it cause i'm raisin the stakes now

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Ow god the supspense has been killing me,

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

Leave the girls like ow my goshin, and there words are lost when,

Raindrops drippin' on my down on my head

Sb horror pack monsters under my bed