This is a song about "June 28 1914"

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

June to september was the period of the flood

I finally cumm its in her hair and on her thumb, she glances at me and says lets make another run,

Miley came in like a wrecking ball, i came in like an american nuclear explosion, the rhyme version,

I'm tryna find life's meaning up in this patron

He does everything right, but then hes awaken

//the beat drops at 0:28-0:29, then i go in

Make the front popand hit the three wheel motion

This is reality, livin life unhappily, snap out of ya fantasy or else yull lose your sanity

But they didn't know this was the wrong streetbang bang, count another casualtybut it's a cop whose shop is brutality

Totin/ semi automatics i blow apart the demographic and stretch it to shreds like mr. fantastic

But at times unnessecary, i'm gettin worriedteardrops and closed caskets, the three strikes law is drastic

Why me, i say it cause we number one

A belly like budha but a brain like sagan