This is a song about "Hurst and charles"

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun

Im malcolm sex, crazier than charles manson

In the midst of a fire pit

Wearing tanks and tatoos and shit.

Please put that in your notes

And nasty remains and bones

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Vodka and soda, pineapple and patron

I don’t care where ya are

And don't ever (and don't ever)

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

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation