This is a song about "Floods droughts"

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

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

To the point of leaving battlefield barren like repeated droughts

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

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

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

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

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks