This is a song about "This song is for us"

Slow sink, can't breath, no remorse, dont think

But this song is infinitely finished

You're listening to this song

But just when it gets good, she's gone

I know the world gets cold and the days get long

Read notes for a disclaimer on this song

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

Conversations on the phone til the break of dawn

Yesterday i saw a b-girl crying; i walked up and asked what's wrong

This is was happens when i properly diss you in a 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

// this song is all about the inequality in the world

Let's go shopping, get your purse, them bitches be tricking first

Fact list for us to face this

But you hate them navel kisses