What shall I do, give thanks towards my driver?
Who flew over the battlefield in fear.
I pressed the bar to become a diver.
But first, I need to thank the man who steers.

I shall land at the risky reels today.
To pick up the golden scar and grenades.
I turn my back and behold the big gay.
That I today cannot get laid.

I started to build up into heaven
When kids began to shoot at me below.  
I shot gunned him and dealt the eleven.
As he shot through the wall I died, why bro.

I am so sad RIP to my big ego.
I screamed Alexa play despacito.