This is a song about "Bums and willies"

The prerequisite is gun clappin' so what happened

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and

Where people run on the scene and people don't see your vision

Packing a gun to punk you whackest of bums with no answers for son

I'm gettin help for this addiction, now golf ain't important

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Harder than my dick when taylor swift is in my basement

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

They laugh and scream and leap

Nightmare on any street

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

And remember what i said and

Packing guns, n' tackling bums.

Amen, they say you only live once