This is a song about "Hurst and charles"

Put the purp in the blunt

Social conditioning and

And for me it's reversed

I could be in a morgue or hurst,

They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends

Crazy like charles manson, ride around with me you better hope your seatbelts

And pissing red, white, and blue

Life's tryin to lap you

What i do, through and through and

I’m trifling, damn right ignorant

And nasty remains and bones

This is oh so much like getting votes

I had beautiful words but girls never listened

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position

To my homie charles bronson cause we been through thick and thin