This is a song about "Spanish imperfect endings"

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

Oblivious to negativity like it was spanish

Your girlfriend trippin' on you

My flow so sick i speak spanish flu

And you know its real when you see an imperfect person perfectly

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

Perfect endings just don't happen to a good guy

I don't wanna come down from this love i got on high

Many times i damage when i rhyme in spanish,

Babe you know it gets no better than this

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Starting at the feet an moving to the endings

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Screwed in spanish, english, and religion and its just a coincidence

I live in texas red white and blue, playin soccer come at me and my spanish crew

Yessir, lets have a toast for the girls that you offer them ones but they ain't let you