This is a song about "Jax teller"

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

Grab the keys and head for the receptionist

But not as bad as lookin' backwards wishin' that we hadn't been such of a damn disaster

I wanna die and watch my dark soul fade, leaving the kitchen blade, on the counter,

Blowing that money here, making money in europe

Or the corner pub, and lift the whole liquor counter up

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck

Hit it with a picket cricket wicket, make sure not to miss it, switch it up,

Used to ride little buses, i ain’t fuck with my teachers

Writing beautiful tales of our adventures

Who's next to release? we guillotine them

I realized im broke cause of that damn atm

Due to my underselling no i did not get that bentley

Im a visionary ya shit counter revolutionary