This is a song about "Kieran and gazza"

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

And don't ever (and don't ever)

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

And a fridge and some broccoli

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

And these shape-shifting hoes

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

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

And like to boast and brag

Ha my mojo back

And remember what i said and

You couldn't live your life for the moment

And don't ever (and don't ever)

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

I’m trifling, damn right ignorant

Grab the scissors and saws and