This is a song about "Our good goodbye"

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

Flowing in space saying goodbye

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole

The game wit a field goal our coach said good job boys u were on a roll

We havin’ a celebration, love to stay high

Well i guess this it doc, time for me to say goodbye

Drinks in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

Done with you motherfuckers, i'm gone, good-bye/

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

Soul sublime, thats precisely why i even came back after sayin goodbye

And there's nobody to say goodbye

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

Word to lethargy hardly will i ever lie

Wraps it around his neck, and says goodbye

So y'all niggas can fly

You can kiss the world goodbye