This is a song about "Perspective fake people rscape flow poetic fuck desperate stress feeling"

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

Flow so good, fuck them critics

You remind me of cartoons fake as fuck.

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

Even if i roll i'm a forever going to be home

Think this shits fake,people killed by out of control drone!

I smoke og kuch fuck stress

Yes sir, please confess

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Don't fuck with a desperate rhymet, i'll burn you soul with an cigarette lighter.

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

Fuck, fuck-fuck, can't take the stress

If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things

Stick around for a little perspective

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

Fake people who waste space and shot guns