text: My condolences
  Ill shed a tear with your family
  Ill open a bottle up
  Pour a little bit out in your memory
  Ill be at the wake dressed in all black
  Ill call out your name but you wont call back
  Ill hand a flower to your mother when I say goodbye
  Cause baby youre dead to me
  This little bitch got me fucked up 
  I think I need another double cup of 
  Something to make me turnt;
  I pound black crown till I hit the dirt
  I run round town lookin for all thats worth
  I think I found my very next perp
  Hop in the Buick 
  Lets make some music, get abusive; its amusing 
  The way you lie, between these guys;
  Tell me who you choosin
  Its confusing; why-am-I losing all of myself
  I guess Im stupid I was using all my energy on someone else
  How could you do this? 
  You know-what-the-truth is?;
  I-think-you know, bitch you was ruthless 
  You lie through all your teeth so now youre toothless
  Youll need-a-new-route when-Im-down and out;
  So open-your-mouth and tell-em-all bout the thirty-seven dudes you used to snooze with
  My condolences
  Ill shed a tear with your family
  Ill open a bottle up
  Pour a little bit out in your memory
  Ill be at the wake dressed in all black
  Ill call out your name but you wont call back
  Ill hand a flower to your mother when I say goodbye
  Cause baby youre dead to me
  I might go, psycho, on a light load
  Like a dike ho, getting lypo
  Sike bro, never might know
  Where Ive flown, what do I know
  I know 
  I know just where youve been, and who youve done
  Your predicaments; and the sins to shun
  All the drugs you sniff, I bet your kid gonna become a menace 
  Remember those days where you cheated on me with Dennis
  JC, Manny, and Brandon
  Fuckin Austin while you dressin like Texas
  Do I really need to get a census?
  Senseless little bent bitch
  Taking ten dicks in one week
  One in each hole, holy cum streak
  Im dumb weak from thinkin of everybody that I really shouldve gone and blood beat
  Takin my time
  Bitch I be spittin my rhymes
  Thinkin of sittin inside, instead of still asking to ride, the dick of the guy
  That you be giving the eye with
  Look at my iris
  Even Siri couldnt help you hide chick
  Ive written in violence
  Im lit and too high to care if you say bye bitch
  My condolences
  Ill shed a tear with your family
  Ill open a bottle up
  Pour a little bit out in your memory
  Ill be at the wake dressed in all black
  Ill call out your name but you wont call back
  Ill hand a flower to your mother when I say goodbye
  Cause baby youre dead to me