This is a song about "Fucking someone s girlfreind"

And i'm indecisive when the things are light

Did someone slip me fucking cyanide?

I fucking held your hand to let you say you had someone

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

Bad, just like an 80's car

With the goons i spar

This is how she want to live

It´s the battle of life

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

We buy guns and more guns, to give to the young

Or 90's, who cares, they're both bad.

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

And last but not least please don't tell no one

I just want someone to listen

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

Ain't a fucking party until someone throws up