This is a song about "Foxes boxes bunches punches crosses wishes peaches dresses matches torches catastrophe"

Hop off the bus

Presenting her dresses

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

Fill up the body full of crosses

Afterwards wanna deny dna, fuck three wishes

Screw a chick, go outside and give the coupe a kiss

Told myself take a little lighter fluid and a couple of matches

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Do you want to cause another catastrophe

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Been spending most our lives

And punches thrown with metal rings

That's my wicked humor, i'm more wicked than your wickedly vivid wishes,

Cause i got caught up in the scenewondering what would happen to this