This is a song about "Seaford i piped her"

My garments shouldn’t be here, i’m somewhere near the future

But i dont really love her man, i just wunna fuck her

So it leaves me to wonder

But i wrote this for her

Back screaming attack a verbal monster getting piped

Said i'll return but i gotta fight the fate's arrived

Are you perfect motherfucker

Damn i think i love her

I'm haunted by the thoughts of being husband, or a father

I would fuckin cuss her, but na bruv allow her,

What is hittin' for

And i think i like her

They tested with stress that they under

She said i should tip her

Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat

Then i slammed her on her back 'til her vertebrae broke