This is a song about "Eleanor of aquitaine"

Kiss me on the cheek as she whispered, "this the last time

Instead of living this life of violent crime

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

You shook my world and it felt apart

Of potential cases

But i guess that shit's just tough love

Thought of, cuz it's sort of...an addiction,

You just working with the scraps you was given

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Of being of always getting wired

Black jesus!searchin for black jesus

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

We raiders of the lost ark

Out of mind out of sight

If it's me that catch you, you're fried