This is a song about "Getting drunk with hitler"

Friday with some ace of spades side ways drunk in love

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

Diligently getting lifted with piff and a quick swig of gin

See, mel made a couple milli sellin’ jesus passion

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Shit now i'm going to hell maybe i'll bunk with hitler,and we could take turns in

No other way to describe the punks who got no aspirations other than getting drunk

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

Bigger genocide then hitler and the jews,

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

Clips in the play clothes

Getting hit with 1000 bolts