This is a song about "Sora kairi and riku"

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

And remember what i said and

Put the purp in the blunt

But got comma’s in my statement

Social conditioning and

I walked up and asked what's wrong

And once i'm dead and gone

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Where you welcome to problems

We ain't hear to hurt nobody

Living young and wild and free

And their mothers and fathers

Talking about the god you serve

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

And you would think that i’m european, my tribe different