This is a song about "Raymond and his yellow car and alan and his oh dear how sad"

I kill more than the french revolution witch was like off with his head and his and his and his

Never had forgiveness, you better stay distant cause i'm all about my business,

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them

As a child his only friends were his dog, his page and his pen

And he just fell asleep in his car eating three musketeers in the rear seat

Maybe he'll listen in his casket -- the aftermathmore bodies being buried

I don't know, obviously i disappear

Wait for the rain and storms to clear oh dear fear

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

Ticklin him go to his grave, skip him and visit his dog

And he, what's his name, earl

Don't be wrong girl

And thank doom for his herbs/

Shout out bobby on hundreds

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

A tear down his cheek and his legs feel weak