This is a song about "Soucial casualty"

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Nonsense, damn writers block, nothing to fight his battles and hault his losses

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

So robbing for objects of opulence ain't worth the consequence,

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

But i, will mess up the last one, i bet ya

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Even if i make it, ill think it was an accident.

Cause last time i got into a beef, i was the achiever of his fatal key seizure/

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Apparentally it make you argue morethe more things you throw

I'm not saying her name though. i don't care if it might ruin the flow.

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

I'm a catalyst, ruining inanimates but it's no accident

I've had it with acting like accidents happen

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son