This is a song about "Lana del rey and jfk"

The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid

And some strawberries and some chocolate

Catch you up on places i've been

Sanyo, and handheld and handgun

Grab the scissors and saws and

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

My only purpose in life to kill myself up on accident

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash

I swear, i kinda feel like she's slightly bizarre

Lana blue jeans, pulling up in a fast car

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

We put a wreath on niggas' career

And get it again and again

I got 800 invisible men