This is a song about "The good bye room"

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

Up in your driveway, say bye bye

I picked you up and ran to the dining room

Or a harpoon to tom cruise with a jock tune

So i said bye to rap saw the issue at hand

I got weed, hash; when i breeze past, breathe fast

There'll be a minute of joy for a life of sorrow, don't smile at me, good bye

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

When i went to the bath room

Self made coming soon

If you wanna battle you can kiss good bye to your self esteem

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

Eyes and gives the world one last good bye.

So let me tell you about this guy

We ain't doing armani, this is hermes fly

That was the last time, this is really good-bye/