This is a song about "Netflix and thingd"

Cause 2012 might not be a fucking legend

And remember what i said and

I coulda swore i was driving pretty peaceful

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

Light dudes had the girls looking there all year

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

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

And nasty remains and bones

Patron black, uh, patron jones

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

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

Sanyo, and handheld and handgun

I'm a son of a gun