This is a song about "Aks and shotguns"

And a fridge and some broccoli

I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

I remember shotguns and modest working class homes,

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

You couldn't live your life for the moment

Grab the scissors and saws and

And don't ever (and don't ever)

The plight of a rapper or whatever

I'm modest, and humble

And inhospitable,

Blow trees like a hurricane

Guns in the trunk, aks mayne