This is a song about "Edwardo gettin roasted"

Gettin weak all in my knees

Got her going down, no teeth

And we'd be gettin higher

Run for cover and return fire

Just need my eyes lower

Days were gettin colder

It is breaking me down, no more friend around

Champagne sippin gettin back from downtown

Throw her slightly to the right, so dyke i'm kinda wrong

To our own set of problems that we roasted along