This is a song about "Lewis the fuckboy"

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

Ripped the gown around the blouse,

I'm the operator, the administrator.

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

The water from the past is the same water in the present

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk