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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Than her dad cries and says fine, and we go in the back for the after party,

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Its leaving nothing but resent and destruction

It's supper time and i need my cheesy mac

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

Leaving them feeling weakless and chilled

I practiced till that shit made perfect

Unlike unfiltered weed like mac miller and his liquor addiction.

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

God mc oh my god you gotta see

I am the show and the after party

Over, sloppy seconds is my preference

Leaving embers of relief and remembrance

And leaving the game is basically pain inflicting

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king