This is a song about "We re together for all these years"

I never use a fork i always spoon her

Like, no bitch we didn't sleep together,

Wasn't prepared for all these tears

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

These years these fucking living nightmares

After lebron, i'm what's next

They call me conscious, and i think i'm better

I thought we had at least 40 more years of life together.

I thort u were the one we had plans together and all

Mama bills piling up, her son don't got no time to ball

We must come together an mourn for the 9 little ones that have lost their lives

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

If we all joined together we could of started a stop

Then put it into sex drive

I put together these rhymes