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

Cause i've been sentthe heartz of men

And i already 99 of them,

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

And criticism of contemporaries

Resilient and the opposite of affluent.

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

The knowledge of conspiracy and lend

Make them more insecure when they caught one

Hot like spain, run by a guy named satan

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

For me looks good she said oh you so sweet

And most of motherfucking all

I wish you luck and if you need me, call

We can never be friends

Tree branch of twists and bends,