This is a song about "Torture"

Cos you fags think you can torture me again well then

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them

This beat is a mahi tuna floating in some shark water

There's no reason for her to continue on with this torture.

Fresh above the water

No matter what the torture

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

Death from exposure, submit your soul to torture, stuck with no closure.

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

Ur coffin is set, so choose the options of torture or death

On my shoulder blades or tirades of torture whirled around me my glee would not fade/

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Torture him till his only remains was a carcass

I coulda swore i was driving pretty peaceful

Torture plans with weapons you could call medieval