This is a song about "This is the song"

This is the end of my fucking song

And we don't know no right from wrong

She told me that the radio's been playing the same song all day long

This the weed song light up when its on. smoke that shit til your mind is gone.

But this song is infinitely finished

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

The gang-banging and violence, is the sweetest song

Niggas talk a lot of shit, but that's after i'm gone

Often wonder to myself where the day's gone

So this to you, i present, is my final song.

You made me wanna

I write this song to light the

They frontin', they charles s. dutton movin' garbage

This song is an atomic bomb and i'm holding rap hostage

//this song is me not realizing facts until now

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow