This is a song about "Auckland and wellington"

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Forreal, i got a pole in the basement

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

And i wonderwhere will i be next year

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

And nasty remains and bones

And we crazy, homes

And get it again and again

Semetex said we’re good, and we’re good then

And inhospitable,

Got to the end of the tunnel

I pray the lord my guns to keep

And kill yourself and your clique

As: i know just what you mean

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,