This is a song about "My village"

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him

I pillaged your village with pickets/ and ridded you villains and bigots

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

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

My nigga kato, ready for whatever

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

You need more grease in your hair, so they weaves you

See my pain through my eyes,

Started off on thin ice

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

I'm running amok in a village of villians and sluts