This is a song about "My favourite carvery"

Say you through will all my foul ways

You are my favourite place

And it weighs a ton

Grab my knife and my gun

When it's all said and done

My words are my rhythm

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Come to d.c. and i can make you a believer

Flyin’ through the city, all-black, bruce wayne

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Wolf of wall street my favourite sport

In an ocean full of sharks bout to come up short

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Gotta work - slight work

Got my head in my hands.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks