This is a song about "Sydney perry"

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

You strapped to machines, barley alive. doctors saying its a miracle,

See, i'm just trying to focus

Till they dead in they own piss

Cursed you so many times the blessings hid in fear, your the modern eve with the apple

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

She going to borrow some money

Like an apple from a tree

So pun... it's no new shit and it ain't no fun

Turn your face pale white call that michael jackson

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

Six pack, of beer is in my refrigerator.

Just pour me a glass of that dark shit

Don't look so sour i didn't mean it

Like wine, leaking down a vagabond's spine

Paid homage to the struggle that's before mine