This is a song about "Juliet and romeo"

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

Little romeo going against king arthur...with juliet,

How bout we blow this bit

Wearing tanks and tatoos and shit.

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

Is because of you

And pissing red, white, and blue

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

And stop playing hide and seek,

Vodka and soda, pineapple and patron

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done