Текст:
Ask me if I give a f*ck about a diss, aye
Ask me if I give a f*ck about a clique, yuh
Ask me if I give a f*ck about fame, yuh
Recently I just don't give a f*ck about a thing, yuh
I just decided by the grace of the god Poseidon
That you're so dead to me I dug a hole for you to lie in
I'm sick and disowning
All the moments and the key components
That led me to follow hollow promises from empty monads
It's 11 degrees and I can see my breath so I know I'm breathing
But I got no pulse I swear to Thelema my heart...