This is a song about "Sand creek massacre"

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

After that moscato hit

Ya freak, purely weak, choke artist ya can't speak, floating down shits creek

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

And everything on tv just a figment of imagination

You in the devils creek/ when you lose the paddle/ boy you betta learn to swim

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Ak-47 ready to pull the trigger; cause a massacre

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

But seem to forget they're already trapped in the sand

Dripping cold blood like the winter, the summer

Your about to witness a massacre

You witnessing a massacre

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

I sell hot peas and butter, don't want to see you suffer

You right, this ain't a battle its a massacre