This is a song about "Flos mutter"

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

I'm so intact so i stay sharp

When you're sittin' on the top, it's hard to hear you from way up here

But focus, its all hear, this strange voice whispering into my ear

And now that i’m getting money

Beaches of normandy.

Who know this be the life that i really live

Out of this coviction of feelings

Myself as a prominent figure

Roughen up her fucking cunt and whisper,

Pictures of you on my wall no glue, no tape but just cum plastered

Now i won't shout cause when i whisper i'm already heard

Wale and k'naan, they don't know is there radio

Your lines are sloppy, might as well call you joe.

Frequently taking lives cause they not taking advice

Like the show the following? the part where joe carol dies?