This is a song about "Swell jake keen joint"

As my record label nitpicks at this

Day walkers are weak, they lack our keen senses

Can't bear the sight of kings on my chest, it's not too swell

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

The first five minutes is swell.

Breakdancing to melle mel

It's like a black hole, whole fucking abyss

The tears swell up in my eyes as i write this

Y'all can't ever fade that, i don't ever lack shit

Keen to do it, express thoughts so i'm seen in music,

Whos keen to step an get wrecked hitting the deck

Head first in that goddamn river, you're dead

Silenced, nothing is peachy keen, and so dreams,

Way too big for my my fucking jeans