This is a song about "Borken hearth"

Down my head, chest, and asshole,

Let's put it on cruise control

Like my old prom suit that i wore with the tag

I've read the textbook front to back/

I got good gas and the weeds dank

Cause i got the burner in the hand

With gas chambers, guards with cannons and

Don't know her name those ain't really important

Got my foot on the gas

Your life is a product of trash

When i was 15 the kids at school locked me in a cellar,

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

And young teens how get shot at gas stations for loudest music,

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit

I'm banking a full tank, you're running on low gas

I'm just taking names, then i'm kickin' ass