(Produced by Tyler, The Creator)

[Verse]
Cold Blood, blue eyes with a black bag full of old guns
Dead body laying next to Farrah, we finally together, truthfully I kinda like this a little better, now we floating my spirit she crying I can hear it, her body half eaten cause I’m near it, her brains on my wall you can see it in the dark, Suicidal she had stomped on my heart and she tried to tear me apart, she begged me to stop an I didn’t even start