This is a song about "This is the song"

Strapping myself to be launched out, if this song is a gift, your the bronze wrapping/

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

The point of this song is pointless, voices are gone, but their echo's my rhythm

This is my rap song, now it my vacation

Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him

This is my break-up song,

Got campaign going so strong

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

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

You bitch'll need a tampon by the end of this little song

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

Your legacy remains in the song, remember this

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches