This is a song about "Repair shop"

Bricks, cement and mortar couldn't repair the damage i caused her,

I'm haunted by the thoughts of being husband, or a father

Rape's hard, so i'll go looking to shop

Just searching for the perfect shot

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

Just want it all to stop, wait for god to close up shop

She broken beyond repair/ hoping with a prayer

Please, just peep the crystal method where

They even raped her so we blazed they padautomatic shots rang out, on every block

There will never be a day where i'm vacant and ill never be placed in a shop!

Faded like a barber shop

Ever since then i had no job

And i keep a fly girl like jenny from the block

Like "can i live" i'm just heading to the pizza shop

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

The shop is a pot of gold surround by assholes