This is a song about "Drunken sailor"

I'm immature as fuck, and i swear like a fuckin' sailor,

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

Um, 'like a sailor' correct?

You know...you know who you are

Drunken bastard from a bar

We don't need y'all, the fader's who we really fucking with, bitch

Dressed like a sailor, standin' by a pail of garbage

There's other fish in the sea but see i ain't a sailor

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

I've punched more fucking lines than a drunken fighter,

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her