This is a song about "Neave and scott"

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

My only purpose in life to kill myself up on accident

And inhospitable,

I'm like roots, you a new shovel

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Or closed casket for our troubles

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

This is something different

And remember what i said and