This is a song about "Pointless"

Wait, you wanna fuckin' drown? go ahead

Choices make it pointless haunted things in my bed,

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

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

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

Saying pointless crap to me

Little training, thrown out into a pointless war

Billy-club chainsaw, i’m coming through their front door

I said i'm sorry for the yelling at all the pointless

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

Music has gotten pointless

Honestly i thought they bout as pointless as a tree stump

Hat is always forest so the bitches call me gump