This is a song about "Phyche echo tilted"

Get off a key like i can’t sing

I don't echo these words there a saying,

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction

Gonna hit your head off with an echo, line you up and set yo, in position

I wallow in death meadow, screams echo, my head's hallow

Face down, ass up, ain't none of my bitches planking though

No im like an echo

I'm never faded though

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

I held her hands, her tilted stance, and her dyed strands of rebel hair,

And i shall commence that i'm the truth, joe

My rap is a world-wide echo

Like a shot threw the mouth echo threw the house

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

I don't echo these words there a saying,

And this will be the song that we sing