This is a song about "Richard jamie and charlotte"

Let me rideuntil i get free

And a fridge and some broccoli

This is something different

Social conditioning and

And kill yourself and your clique

Have no souls indeed

Ay sallie, i know i ain't been answering your calls

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

My pistol close in handconvinced this is my year

Put me in a daze and stear fear like richard gere in sphere

And don't ever (and don't ever)

You is not hip then i can not coach her

Ain't no women at the shows

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

Keep spitting like that, then you will be a charlotte bobcat

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad