This is a song about "Going to texas"

Jigsaw isn't here or leatherface in texas chainsaw

I'm feelin' chris childs, you lookin' like kobe bryant jaw

I fucking hate this job

But i'm not going to stop,

And we try to keep going

I do the right thing

Yellow diamonds in my ear

Going to east nexy year

To much to see,man im going insane

But i'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the game

But i can't cause my eyes are red, now he's dead

I could keep going but im going to stop instead

Bring the battering ram where you live

How are you going to survive?

You are going to die

Damn is your mattress dry