This is a song about "Dengerous grounds"

And i know that your supply

Why..... why at 36 did she have to die.

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

But we save the card, the charred cold existence

Its never stops even though you got lots of it

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

Well there goes your angel's face, got semen like a naval base,

See, and now life seem hard

Flo flo flow bad that's my card

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

That has lots of experience about cocks

It's against my principles, like religion dont pray that

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track