This is a song about "Dill and joey"

The vision is quite clear

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

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

And kill yourself and your clique

No days off and i ain't gettin’ sleep

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Living young and wild and free

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Sanyo, and handheld and handgun

Come get some, you little bum

And i'm dizzy and spinning

Hit it til your make up missing