This is a song about "Fesh pince of blair"

It's a fools fatewithout your word

Of being of always getting wired

And i ain't never plan to be famous

Cause america the terror of,

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

Feeling, of appealing

Of potential cases

Ships that sail to distant places

Out of mind out of sight

The rolls-royce, it’s all white

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Return of the king of flow

And she gives them a blow