This is a song about "Harry and louis"

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

His glasses are broken sorry harry potter

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

Good kids make bad grown ups

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

I’m way harder than the concrete

And kill yourself and your clique

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

You're #presidential but #you #don't #do #shit like harry truman,

Living young and wild and free

A military mind mean money