This is a song about "Lucy the slag"

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Had to get my utmost feeted sleep cause

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Eyes poked out the the raven

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

We left em a world that's cursed

I'm in the the real world

Thinking about you, you slag

Quick flipping up sexy back

Just cause i don't get votes don't mean i didn't kill everybody i faced,go practice first

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,