This is a song about "Rowing in a skull"

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

Still in my skull is a vacant, empty void been using it more as a bin for storage

I like rowing boats on sundays,

Lookin' for these better days

Just stop it, get it into your thick skull

I function with you and you flaunt your pistol

Flow it, rowing boat, i show it, down the stream i row it,

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

You don’t sleep on nothing but a comforter and skull cap

I'm the first one to do that i bet you never knew that

You know that love is a very serious thing

Will this rope tie to the boat, i’m rowing

Candy on my skull can call me a child

Fucking with a motherfucking mind