This is a song about "Ferdinand and isabella of spain"

Searching for fortune and fame

I must be living in spain

Watch me fuck all these bitches

And i was conscious of this.

Yea, and some of them faults,

Chomping at your oxygen chords

We can never be friends

Tree branch of twists and bends,

My all gold rolly or the

Isabella, ma bella

Bathing and enriching hopes and sensation of death,

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

And pleads the key of mercy,

And if you ain't heard me properly