This is a song about "Pointless life"

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Just give her back. or life, life, life expect attack.

The point of this song is pointless, voices are gone, but their echo's my rhythm

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

Life, i just want to see my wife again. so, life, life, life

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

Honestly i thought they bout as pointless as a tree stump

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

Choices make it pointless haunted things in my bed,

Who dat, who dat? bitch i got that flame

Chorus: ? life, life, life.. life is a pain.

On the slow jam of love

Music has gotten pointless