This is a song about "Pete and mac leaving party"

Leaving him eight hundred and forty pounds heavy,

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad

She got a nice swag, and the apple bottom like that apple like mac

Party, poppin pills, and poopin on slutty bitches.

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

Leaving them feeling weakless and chilled

Weight on my chest like i body build

But i still wanna party and get fucked up

And the governor couldn’t give one fuck

And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

And if you get shot get help cause im leaving

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

I'm starting my own party, fuck the dems and republicans,

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits