This is a song about "On the cort"

I get brain everyday; i'm a know it all

Mirror mirror on the wall on the wall,

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Burning up,turn the fan on/

The only thing i did wrong was make it possible

All the pain all the struggle, on my brain on my muzzle

Grams on the deal i got hands on the wheel,

Stallion of the year: medallions in my ear

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

Layin on his chest in the sand time forgotten on the dash.

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Sights set on the world and my finger on the trigger

"hurry up, the cams on,

Full of shit, like i ate that john

If you didn't know i feel this way

Shifting on and on through the grey.