This is a song about "Coyote tango"

I think it's only right, hoarse and everything

Rather sit on the side than pull every string,

He lost his tact so he backed and the mirror he smacked,

I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast

When i peep in the public, bet i'm leaving with something

The feeling of puttin' words together in a string

Simple plans and simple pain, where's my train to fame

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

Is he crazy or just that simple?

Lady at the frank stand will

Four more tarts playing harps

Finish line with the tire marks

I rock my motherfuckin' crew like a string of razor blades,

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

We get hit w/ them double standards,

Let's enjoy our younger years