This is a song about "Sophie nixon"

Who will help mama, who, bliss blown.

Baby im in the zone

Ignorance is bliss, but oblivion has a spot for those that are oblivious.

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

I'mma about to mess up all of itjust dont say another word

Fate was cold n' twisted, they had coexisted in bliss for the comfort

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

But it's over, i'm jetting away to transport to a splendid bliss

You claim you a thug crook a drug cook you ain't it

Shit i represent is killin' niggas and shit

Indefensible, unacceptable, agile, she bliss kissed,

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

But i keep the pistol on the waistline, so you can call me nixon

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

My medicine is cannabis save the bliss

So i’ma be aight for the night with a goodbye kiss