This is a song about "Carrie underwood"

Run to my room, put the boom in the bag then jump out the window

Got my carry-on but really wish i had a pound with me though

Ironic shenanigans, you the merry men i'm robbing/robin you

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

We have nothing in common

I want in my life i can't run

Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck

Beat around the bush, told you be straight up

My life accelerated, but had to wait my turn

The influences sticks like those needle pricks and squirm,

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

Has a needle injected that feeds him intravenous fluid,

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

When that needle enters in venomous less sedative

I'm throwin around broads playing monkey in the middle

A sufficient cathedral/at least avoid that navy needle/