This is a song about "Ur fagget"

Herpes virus, yeah bitch, i fought one

Cuz ur the only reason

Hey bitch..wats ur name....i forgot ur name...

But the industry's a lot like, a crap game

Ur love was always fake

If i die before i wake

Ill as a blood born pathogen to the killed

Face it ur basic, my skillz designed, ur shits makeshift

Yeah, we get this cabbage

And realize ur pussy bitch.

I'm hurtin ur feelins and burnin ur ass ur fragile like glass

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

I'm mental, it's instrumental

And ur never on his level

Ur love was always fake

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate