This is a song about "Your terrible"

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,

Trying to get back to this thing called love

Terrible odds on a two faced nickel.

This is the shit that is makin' me cynical

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

Just to make it in this broadway lights

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Well rick james, maury jane

While i'm rubbing on that ass

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

Your on fire.. your on fire

Rap hero but wasn't nicer, prior

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will

And that's just unacceptable, when terrible shit like mine stays inaccessible

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

So here, i'll give you my condolences for such a terrible loss.