This is a song about "Maddy on louis"

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Feel your chest on top on

Pay dues like a hair salon

Man it goes on and on

Come and stay with me, oh, where i live? the mall

Mirror mirror on the wall on the wall,

My sim card's the bomb

Why do i continue on

Relying on myself

And if you pay for that yourself

Not even on psychedelics today but i'm tripping on whats going on

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

And my bank account look just like a phone card

You could say im like louis & clark

Riding on coyotes while i'm trippin' on peyote

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see