This is a song about "Lewis and clark"

What i do, through and through and

But nah, he is quite different

They laugh and scream and leap

Yea i'm missin some sleep

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

And get it again and again

Put them out randomly hopin' that i get some

Vodka and soda, pineapple and patron

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different

Grab the scissors and saws and

Would have came back for you

And pissing red, white, and blue

African queen got what you need

And kill yourself and your clique

Shout out my nigga miles

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts