This is a song about "Streeet panama shore"

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

With less people liking you than a pauly shore party

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

I stuck flowers in the barrels sent sent them adrift from shore

Fuck fame, i love my fans just a little more

Pensiuila around me but i cant reach the shore

Demons in my dreams, i keep seeing my body wash up on a shore

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

I see the bitches calling i just hit ignore

I might have fuck my ex's bestfriend but i'm not shore

Shit, i'm fucking neighbor cross the streeet, and i heard you cry!

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

About how you sold out to the norm like a whore on the jersey shore

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

But who needs a heart anymore when you can rest in shore that it'll only be broken

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come