This is a song about "Ana and eric"

Pass that, catch back, fast that

Wearing tanks and tatoos and shit.

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

And you would think that i’m european, my tribe different

They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door

Eric ya long-haired derelict look what i've got stock in store,

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

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

And inhospitable,

Shout out them strippers who hustle

Running fakes over like a battering ram, eric dickerson

And the dirty ladera, i can't forget where i came from

Bitch, you tried to play me like a dummy

And a fridge and some broccoli