This is a song about "Prague"

Call me steve nash, the way my lyrics crossover have you feeling like you in the capital of tennesse

The day i need a gimmick i'll wake up and be a dentist or a killer with a five year sentence

Writin' lyrics previously locked inside treasure chests,

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

I've talked about this before, poison in the seeds,

Installed with counts of small amounts of homemade packs of ied's