This is a song about "Springfield pa"

This bag is from seattle

Plowed forth took a open battle

Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high

With your mouth open ain't i

Yellow diamonds in my ear

Theres no escaping here.....

Close your eyes bitch, i'm all in your ear

I don't know what i'm doing here

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

Isn't too fertile, there are no changes in life that're are open,

But that’s just life, where i’m from

Go bust that bitches head open

You want beef? we'll start a gulf stream war

Just open the fucking drawer

She'll handle shit from here

She told me erything is real