This is a song about "An old friend"

Sometime, somewhere, i'll end up nowhere like an old trend

It's pie in the sky and there's bodies on the cement

Like an old paper plate

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made

I wander the wastes of an old chart,

And by the way i'mma start

And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick

Wanna be an old white dude in a powdered wig

I run and rub my crotch upon an old hobo

I don't got no time to call, hope that you ain't mad though

He's an old-aged granny who cuddles and hugs kits

Go and get it motherfucker, if you murder kids

Cuz when the press get this verse, their sure to press rewind

I guess it's just an old-fashioned south baptist state of mind,