This is a song about "Gothic punk"

Here's my heart you can hold it, i won't need it on this road trip

Green windows looking like they're made of stained glass, gothic

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

But, damn you write alot. too bad it's a waste, punk,

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Or just a punk but that fucking shit gets my adrenalin pumped.

Shit i'm about to murder this punk

She can only live for the moment

He was acting like a hardcore punk

She got me caught up in the moment

Walking around like he's some hardcore fucking punk

What you doing when ross drop a hundred thousand

You're just some ghetto punk, but me, i'm a dope guy.

You just need to take me, i know you can fly

Wantin' to jump dude, but let that nigga punk you

She hold a nigga down, you deserve them boo