This is a song about "A kid who is full of himself named noah"

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

Full of futile exercises, for a future full of bars

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell

But you must sell a tall tale of a dell and a florist named nel

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

So he gets a fuckin minute of peace to himself

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

To make karma come faster than she normally will

With a world full of evil

Never wrong at any level

This life i chose

Like a line full of hoes

It's all she knows

Like a line full of hoes

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

A deep slit, watch pools of blood drip losing himself can't get a grip