This is a song about "Citty full of sinners"

Your body's right as rain

I'm full of sin and shame

Sometimes we overlook the fact that we be ridin' hard on our sisters

No comparing dice, like the devil lets us smell advice, guilt of a sinners

It's full of gold medals,

And these are my damaged petals

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

Full of futile exercises, for a future full of bars

Full of myself, but still hungry

I reel them in, goadomes on see

And i need you to show me love

My life was full of bitterness

With a heart full of hate

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

Like a line full of hoes

Ain't no women at the shows