This is a song about "Abused girl"

Wouldn'ta fathomed this, originally abused his day to pray in corduroy gloves

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

You don’t even know your own damn girl,

And he, what's his name, earl

Searching for fortune and famethe one thing we all adore

I bled all over the fucking place worse than an abused whore

It's your own fault suckas so don't get that shit confused

A payphone, temporary use, she's been abused,

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

I spent my whole life getting hurt and abused