This is a song about "Screwing up peoples lives"

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

Played with peoples lives i'll light a cigarette and flick it at you take a picture of your

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

That sits on peoples dicks

Abusing life only to change lives

Silicone bitches got the confidence

And be you, that's when it sounds beautiful

Into peoples life's who are peaceful,

Semetex said we’re good, and we’re good then

Their taking lives and twisten em

All you need is your passport

Explains the lives of six lost

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

And sharpen your knives and keep ruining lives

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

Im fed up with lives problems case of the cold shoulders/