This is a song about "Floods droughts"

Mapping the next cut on his arm, he rubs the razor along, it floods.

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

Brains spill, spurt, forming projected blood drought's!

My garage full of cars that bounce

Smoke floods, with a gust, the town is buzzed,

Fuck you if you feelin' different

To the point of leaving battlefield barren like repeated droughts

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds