This is a song about "Take me with you"

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

If you keep fuckin with me

Up the thing you just said, let me take

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

Take you to your fucking grave along with yo whole tiny street

Like you will be when you're done with me, take you out your misery,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Boy got dollars, pounds or whatever

Let me take you down to my cellar

So she finally gets the courage to tell him on his arrival

Take you down like a mongolian with a sniper rifle,

Alright take me on, i wouldn't do that my gramma could beat you with a

Something like rihanna while i’m up in that vagina

You should take that as advice, you should pay me a compliment,

So the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement