This is a song about "Point blank shooting party"

Must be something you want me to see

If you just came here to party,

Toast, toast to the party!

Let me rideuntil i get free

Hayden pulls out a gun and shoots himself point blank in the head

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Shooting missiles that where hooting whistles!

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Im going on a shooting spree

She going to borrow some money

Fast money like zakat al-fitr, break fast

As i'm sitting in this chair, my mind goes blank/

Party hearty hardly awake, mind blank from the hard liquor

When you thinking about breakfast i'm heating up my dinner

Left me like a blank white paper

You is not hip then i can not coach her