Intro: I'm popular now so people know what I'm bout
[B.FORT] Verse : bottle to the face that Tennessee whiskey help me with my problems seems nowadays people can't fathem
And the police doing in wrong cause you told em alright my mental state is my brain is on a plate with some grimey
People Tryna feed on it can't believe I haven't pulled the trigger from the colt revolver since my homie died dark sky's edgar allan poe sh** dark sh** told my conscious to jump off a window and just drops well at least I got friends actually no I don't desolation never grab a chick don't play with Satan many become losers like me with no justification I really believe in religion actually I don't I'm dead so this verse is over instead roses