This is a song about "Porter robinson"

Most determined, but with the smallest of funds to show

But if i do, like nicholson smother me with a pillow.

I was so young, raised in the streets of fort smith, homegrown

Say what you want i'm immature like roger go home

Wicked ambition go give this shit a coroner visit

Trayvon martin, jordan davis, rodney king, racist cop shit,

All i see is don’t change, don’t switch up your style

But i'll never be a failure i will never exile

“nah, don’t make me call the porter”

I said i'm hurting her

Her name rearranged displays her fate: exile by e, there's the dang match

Better be ready for the next jason vs freddy it's a rematch,

If guns is for pussies i'd still pull out that smith and wesson

That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

We at the bar takin shots like bullets from smith and wesson