This is a song about "Bow ties"

Fuck trout, you bout? let's fish for ice

I got two bitches they both wear bow ties

If you ever feel alone and

And ties me to the pavement

They way they say that up to have the poor oppressed, sever ties,

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

Cause i get it, no charge, and bbc for the low price

See ourselves adorned in coats, collars, and ties

Bow for ya new king derailled psycho

I miss you at my recent show

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

It was hilarious, well it ain't fucking funny now

So now just take your last final fucking bow

Soul brother number two, i'm the one now

I'mma pull that gat out now

I could hear the crowd and take a bow,