This is a song about "Ill melodies"

Taking judgements like ringin' melodies cuz' damn i don't care. really,i don't hear a thing.

Hands on the steering wheel, blush while she bail out bustingfuck em all, watch em fall screaming

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

Quit talking like ya ill minded,

As i light one for ill will

Shit i'll admit that i'm ill

Make her toes curl, then she scream melodies

I'm screamin' out fuck the police

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

Your lyrical skills will make me physically ill?

Flowing in my head, soft melodies still put me to bed. i like to watch the sun set,

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed