This is a song about "Evan campbell"

Jim jones '14, you would think we pick-pocket,

Double m-g not to mention we got that

You fags wear #jeremy #scott #wings, fly sneakers on

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

Get away scott free cause im more descreat than sleep,

Fuck that anderson leg used to be a pimp till that bitch went limp

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

He's a mixture of mathers, jones, and lamont coleman,

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

Taste the chowder as i waste the founder

From a couple feet awaybut stay away

Scott la rock, mac dre, and jam master jay,

I fucked my whore than stabbed her in the heart, like im an indian from indiana jones,

Without choice or hope to voice our own noiseless mope of far away homes