This is a song about "My swamp"

Just remember i said it, by the end of november

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

Grab my knife and my gun

Cold world no blanket son

But where i'm from

My words are my rhythm

Where my grimy figures at? look lively addressing the captain

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

My streaks my testament.

Enforce, i'm elegant and

See my pain through my eyes,

Sky high, iced out paradise