This is a song about "A close bond with someone"

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

//with someone on, but there'd also need to be a longer beat

We havin’ a celebration, love to stay high

Especially a guy like me someone so shy,

A patriotic villain, too close the border

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

I grew up as a teenager in new orleans, word is bond,

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

Someone who could calm me with just a touch

Party with bitches that throw parties too much

Its like being shot in the face, with a shotgun, from close range.

I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age

This high powered cell at the county jailpunk judge got a grudge, can't post no bail, what

Compton it's quite common for someone to be in your face with a shotgun but

I close the washroom door hoping for a day without doom

But i'm on some shrooms if you really want to feel the room