This is a song about "Shooter in the fym"

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

Witnesses say he was the shooter.

It ain't no hope for the future

February cold as my heart

Shot in the dark, shot in the dark

And that i spent the night with her

Everybody gon' respect the shooter

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Better aim than a shooter,

And my computer i'm a square shooter so most of these

Well, i’m flyin' over, literally, flyin' over cities

I'm in the the real world

We left em a world that's cursed