This is a song about "Subscribe to thehexgamer"

To stay true to the crew

And word i blew off herb i grew

Now you have to bury me to!

Straight bad bitches i run, through

You need more grease in your hair, so they weaves you

There soul to satan to make millions whats it to

Now you have to bury me to!

'cuz they don’t smile or smell like you

You need to stick to balling

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

To dictate how to look,

My nigga, no hook

To what was suppose to be

God mc oh my god you gotta see

And you faker than willy wonkareal shit, i told you

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