This is a song about "Skiing with ian"

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

Suicidally colliding with

Enough pain already to sleep with

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

Round my motherfuckin way

With unlimited leeway

I make her cum a lot

With rock, shock rap with doc

With miserably blistering

Don't want to be the king

With a thousand latinos! holding rakes with leaves!

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

You just turn your head, kneel down and then tie your tennis

With these hedge trimming scissors with razor edges