This is a song about "Mouse house trial denial sir cur breath death"

While you serpents twerk, curtains close, sir,

Huh, big syke he be ready for whatever

Please sir give me advice

Cause then i’m throwing peace signs

Trying to keep his head up while his eyes are in the bible

Put that pussy on a petiole and her butt on trial,

A disturbed child now, he's missing his friend in denial.

If we wasn't so original, then we'd be criminal

Repeated the cycle so many times i forgot the trial

Cause they say a mind that's idle is a devil's toy aisle

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

The freshness of my breath bring your death

Why should i even waste my breath im symbolizing death,

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs