This is a song about "A brom"

Its a challenge breaking a habit

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

A boy taken for a goon

I need a little room

They call you a whore, a bitch, a ho, and a stripper,

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

A church hymnal planning a pandemonium

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

Hit a bitch, gain a stitch

And i roast ya bitch

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

Influences are a dime a dozen

It's real dog, i live in the fire

Like a baby without a diaper