This is a song about "Renewable and nonrenewable recources"

And stop playing hide and seek,

If he does my soul to keep

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

And kill yourself and your clique

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

What you might’ve thought the vision still clear

And inhospitable,

No one notice your struggle

And nasty remains and bones

Patron black, uh, patron jones

Living young and wild and free

And my kick game beyond crazy

But if i'm wrong

And once i'm dead and gone