This is a song about "Phyche echo tilted"

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

Like a shot threw the mouth echo threw the house

No im like an echo

Mmg chain, lookin' like a light show

Persuasing so amazing, it's amazing

I don't echo these words there a saying,

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

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

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

She call me all the time, i ain't no regular joe

And this will be the song that we sing

I don't echo these words there a saying,

Let your hits echo like a fox-trot, tell them to count the steps

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

You bitch, go on, and echo their sentiments

Takin' notes on how to win, fuckin' students