If you donβt stop playing make-believe with me you ππππππππππππ π-ππππππππ and start nonsensically jerking my dickrod off with your ππππ-πππππππππ πππππππππ ππππππ. π’ Hoes listen to one YB album βn think they straight outta ER3.
Another year peels from my discontinuing soul. A number with no value. Time without history. A linear line of unceasing. I have neither matured nor grown, aimlessly slamfucking ER3sluts with my indifferentdickrod all the same.
In the end, my anniversary, is all nonsense, nigga.