This is a song about "Spline"

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

Tethered strings are severed quick that've held all my feather wings

Your raps are weak like a feather mine are rough and tough like leather

You always stayed low key, in the back of my z, and you will forever

Won't bring your mommy back, or even make things right

But before all of that i need to make a splat on the site