This is a song about "Nathan the fukboi"

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

The fiends supply the shady

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Better yet they work my every nerve

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air