This is a song about "Dirk strider"

Poke out from behind her

Im braver,no hoe saver,

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

I'm a forest walker, foggy talker, cold morning proper

Making mr. blue sky look like wayfarer five fifteen^32

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

Maybe i’m just looking for the wrong thinglove don’t come sooner or later

By the bodega, iron under my coat, feeling braver

I put them shooters on the corners like that nigga dirk

And i can get em all without lots of effort

All i hear is irritation, she even pulled out a walker

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Pssst... psssssst... aiyyoare you afraid to die, or do you wanna live forever

But astronomer is just a fancy word for moon starer