This is a song about "Marvin and paddy"

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

Castle and crooks sweater

And don't ever (and don't ever)

Just to go to liv on a sunday

And a fridge and some broccoli

Dress pimping-like and toast like less when

And get it again and again

Im always on the yard like farmers

And their mothers and fathers

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

And inhospitable,

Lady at the frank stand will

So you should move away, or join the dude 'n play

It reminds me of marvin gaye and carson mcrae,