This is a song about "Sally and sara"

Good kids make bad grown ups

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

My only purpose in life to kill myself up on accident

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

So keep fronting till my peeps come

Sanyo, and handheld and handgun

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

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

And last but not least please don't tell no one

Vodka and soda, pineapple and patron