This is a song about "If two people were on the moon and one killed the other with a rock how fucked up would that be or what"

Or that the other guys wives spines were discovered all bloodied

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

Were to examine this he would wonder how the fuck i come up with these lyrics,

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Bitch if you were home alone with a guy where would it be leading

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

It's not making sense to you right now but

So don't try and say i'm the one that fucked up

And say i’m putting the blame off on other people

Get a whole lot of you-know and she bald like an eagle

Leading with the speed by like one or two laps

Tryin' to make iti only got one chance

No kenny smith, no i'mma jet off

Fuck that slut, what would be the payoff

Watch an animal planet document on the eagles

Good or evil were all the same people with different equals