This is a song about "Were you at"

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

Iv's been pushed to the level were i don't wanna be at

They ain't say that then they wouldn't be haters

For sure, you were made special at birth.

You were so condescending

And this will be the song that we sing

You were my getaway

I've got so much to say

You were gonna come to me

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

I call that shit that middle school

At first i thought you were cool

You and i were basically brothers

Talking of the gods you serve

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

You were my lucky charm, you were my four leaf clover