This is a song about "One step closer"

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

Grow older, closer to death.

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

 if i had another chance to be closer,

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

Enemies getting closer.

But i can't cry, instead i'm just a shoulder

Self designated wicked critical closer

My world's not one you want to step into,

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

And passed around the dorm, you can hear his asshole gettin' tornthey made me an animal, can't sleep

We step into the room with one large screen we take a seat in the back and i kick up my feat,