This is a song about "Tori fucking brian and leaving noah"

Before a nigga finish put in the work

I could be brian and you could be stewart

I skated all day, i just need some rest, i'm depressed

We're leaving the old mess and moving on to the next

Leaving a jaw in awe unable to f-f-f-fucking comment.

Bitch niggas be afraid to speakwe the last ones left

Suicide and self harm leaving us all to fear,

Give these niggas the pink slip when they appear

Not a product on the market that can offer this feeling

I got out of the deep end and said to her that i was leaving

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Leaving embers of relief and remembrance

I hope you hit me by 3, i'm incoherent by the evening

After them sluts are thrashed call the next few up and bring em while these are leaving

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

And my speeding fingers leaving niggas with a powdered face