This is a song about "Writing songs about sadnes"

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

And get sick of system shit, pissed is when i'm writing new songs,

Got no money to help me sustain. writing these songs has had me

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

Two whips, six tattoos, no kids

Songs all about bitches tits.

Instead of writing a rap, writing an essay

Morty let me use the maybach back in may

Or perhaps you'll be the prick to judge my songs,

I'mma need two mics just to get my point across

Don't worry just done get inside

And sing songs every stary night

Let's enjoy our younger years

And getting songs signed by minors