I said open your legs so well so you did, and that ain't a good thing

My brain automatically ring the bell you ask, can I deliver the wedding ring

But I can't, so what are we gonna do

I got a little bit of gas, and a can of food

Nothing tied to my belt or feet, I'm cooked to the max I lost felt and I lost Pete

So let's come to an agreement here I say

I don't got a plea to cop but that's heresy

And this is my place I claim so I'm here to stay

Be happy I'm here and in the way

But you dislike my kind, threw me out

And I guess you figured I'm fine

But I ain't, so I gotta deliver the fake faint

Y'all ain't real, this hate is fake hate

What y'all figure the right text to send

Owen swapped his moniker for God full Send

But there's some past sins to mend, but those don't get brought up till his end

But now where's Ye's brain, he threw it for some gas to toss away

And this album went on pause for a quick break

But when it's done celebrate with a cake