This is a song about "Ropes"

Wait, now it's about eight something

I'm climbing these thin ropes and heightening

He's losing his hope / but starts undoing the ropes

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

You're forever forgetting the ropes

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Blew the fuck up in gray clouds of thick smoke

I poop hemp ropes, cause all my shit dope

If we ain't right and always at the throats

You're forever forgetting the ropes

I herald the gallows, hence i beat to death with threads, ropes, or metal

I love a girl that think a lot, cause sex with me is mental

And the money that my momma spent on rent and clothes

Yo, it was a year of high hopes, learning the ropes,

Ropes hangin' from the ceiling waiting for me to hang myself

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells