This is a song about "Zach mazer"

Mash ém, stab ém, surround their death with masses

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

Cause our run will never be over, not at least until we say

Every day, my morning wood made me pass out, there's no way they

I'm droppin' fire, only things they're dropping's hot wood,

And that’s a scary thing, i try to duck em good

Call me a product of my own damn hood

Chopping my style down like spruce wood

It’s ironic how i drop some dough when i got them homer simpsons, look

Whenever someone brings up that topic my heart gets cut like wood

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

Churn the losers or permissive in the grinder, then throw them in the pacific,