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

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

We had ya pussies flinching before the records started sending.

I repeat what forms the metabolism

Odd future wolf gang, wu-tang banging in your system

Sending faxes of her assets

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

No, no, we are not those

X's and o's, you must be the rose

Feel the size of a phyllis hyman note

Im the lyrical hangman this post the rope

Wrapped in plastic the acid, erased all tracescriminal tactics the rap game

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

And three hours in the showers with the corpse

But when i do it actual pain and rain forms