This is a song about "Ivan iv"

Iv gotta get my hands and tie them up

We're young and we don't give a fuck

Deemed wanted, iv earned death row

I've been fly, i'd could probably show

Try me,i'll have you hooked up to an iv for 5 weeks

Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams

Or talk politely iv got this anxiety

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

When they know how

Iv got the sick track now

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

You say iv changed but i'm no cashier