This is a song about "Stares conservative future loughborough"

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

I was a poor white male, still he got the stares, it's twisted,

Go and get it motherfucker, if you murder kids

I'd rather hang out with conservative cynical bigots,

We don't trust no one american, conservative or libertarian,

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

Future wives and future husbands, yes we were young and

Still they wonder how i seem so confident

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

She stares at his glare thinking about her dead beat father

And i ain't frontin for her

Destiny or future

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

Cash rules everything, even rules the future

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

I tacked, now my eyes bare they aren't john smith blank stares,