This is a song about "Result no post sending forms are found"

Trying to keep his head up while his eyes are in the bible

Vital to my revival, my spinal is in a spiral, forms tribal.

Some of you are lost and can't be found like the stolen jewels

Every time she catch feelings she go throw away the gloves

Millions of questions inside my head but i found no answer,

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

Found another man on her bed blanket over the head making love with no shame

Y'all all loafin goin through the motion hit me on the rock don't drop no cocaine

Check the thesis, reese's pieces result

Fuck you if you feelin' different

And everybody's having sex

Sending faxes of her assets

And you know what i found hater are just hating because

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course