This is a song about "With gravy"

With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth

Hit you with the vividness spittin with viciousness

I'm with ______ with two blunts in two hands

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit

I entered with, rendered with it,

With third dimensional shapes with no means

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

Then got myself high with

My hopes and all my wishes

And i got mad love to give

I've enough problems to deal with

Clutchin’ on this lube and roses

Better to try then die with

It's a chordaroy life that i'm living hazy

Here mashing these beats and pouring the lyrical gravy