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

To you, ill take you out fishing an leave the sharks with something to chew, no rescue,

So ain't no future fuckin' youi ain't tha bitch ta love yacan't do a damn thang for you

Anyways give it up the capital the nation

The fans are in a massive spin, the cops are in/

He's in the books he's in the cites

Been spending most our lives

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

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

Wit my kin that i came in wit

Guns in the waistband, blunts in the pocket