This is a song about "Dancing on a train track with purple pants on"

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Let me hear the fans clapping dancing on

I'll slit your throat then cut ligaments i'm a train on tracks.

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

Better leave it all behind

Smoking on purple to free my mind,

I'm a fighter, and then some, you're a fido, no pants on

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

Black and white sitting on a train

I'm that extreme, so haters complain

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Flying higher than a rocket because i'm on these blue,yellow,and purple pills

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

As i sit back and reminisce memories on a hardcore track