This is a song about "Pobre ana"

I'm feedin her the light just like what the chorus say

She's a thot i guessed i learned the truth the hard way

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

Now i'm sweating back at trolly but who've guessed this best dressed/

You a lady boss, now you fly free

I guess now i'm done telling this story,

Cause i ain't worriedeyes blurry

September 2nd will go down in history

Fission conflagration at the core of this sensation

And it's hard to find god when you ain't never seen him

But make sure if they do see

Overspread my whole body

Self designated wicked critical closer

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

I'm completely lost and being burnt up at my core

Wish, that he will be bless me with a few more