This is a song about "Starting a band"

Plus you should rap in a kg band

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

Cause you can't even rap in the fourth grade band

Hip-hop's unbalances got out of hand

Snap back at trapped rats like i'm an elastic band,

I'm wolf, tyler put this fucking knife in my hand

Starting blowing breezy

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I'm starting war cos your raps are a bore your crap when you do a chore

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Like trying to sing a bon jovi song without the use of the band.

Even now i keep a frown when i come arounddon't ask me about tha past

I feel like im starting to fade, feelin like this shit might be a little delayed.

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make