This is a song about "Crayons and bologine"

I'm modest, and humble

And inhospitable,

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

Living young and wild and free

We got money to go get baby

And kill yourself and your clique

Cause they right down the street

And nasty remains and bones

And we crazy, homes

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

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

Wanna spend it all on you

And pissing red, white, and blue

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Or closed casket for our troubles