This is a song about "Baker mox and eric"

As she goes through the levels

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

*angel* hell no, eric, those goals are generic,

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

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

Well, maybe not forever

Looking at your money

And a fridge and some broccoli

Running fakes over like a battering ram, eric dickerson

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

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

And inhospitable,

I'm modest, and humble

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

Look, i just want to make you better