This is a song about "Sweden and comics"

She can only live for the moment

Social conditioning and

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

And nasty remains and bones

Patron black, uh, patron jones

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

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

That's the way, you can move it baby

Living young and wild and free

And inhospitable,

I'm like roots, you a new shovel

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different

What i do, through and through and