This is a song about "Joggers and martinelli"

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

Close your eyes bitch, i'm all in your ear

I'm modest, and humble

And inhospitable,

And nasty remains and bones

Patron black, uh, patron jones

Here they keep a rachet close

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and

I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement

And shorty, you straight, bet you look way better without no drawers

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

And some strawberries and some chocolate

Living out of a homeless shit