This is a song about "A bitch named davey"

The 7-pick up, yukon, the range is come

Hot like spain, run by a guy named satan

Found a man, named stan, but he knocked me out with a can,

To witness the realest shit that's ever been told to man

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

And be found, deep down, in davey jones locker.

Consequences hurt and karma's a bitch

Man but this ain't no sign language

Self made coming soon

By a crackhead named june

You bout as straight as a wheel some fool named ferris.

That's making revenue of a name we cherish