This is a song about "Rhett and link"

And i don't think homes

And nasty remains and bones

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

Live from the lamont's rose

This is something different

Grab the scissors and saws and

Guns everywhere, like the car came with hammers

They link dancers and obey masters like captors

And inhospitable,

A criminal grind mean hustle

Though uncalled for, they gon drop them

And get it again and again

This how i hear it different

Social conditioning and

Or closed casket for our troubles

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts