This is a song about "Fishing in the 1900s"

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

Double mg not to mention

Knocked out in the lunch in

Ballin, folarin so goddamn hard

Shot in the dark, shot in the dark

Women'll sell they soul just to buy some attention

Going in the wrong direction until the vibes kick in

And i like the hoes that need passion

That the villains are pulling in

Might even know how hard it is, no doubt

Damn c's out fishing to get these whack rappers out