This is a song about "Tar pits"

And destroy the army. so bad, pacifists would enjoy to tar me.

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Worthless faggot put down that knife! stop filling your lungs up with smoke and tar

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

I swear, i kinda feel like she's slightly bizarre

Once i made it, i beat the fucking tar

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par

My pen sparks the benchmark i fench off tar

Regardless, step up to the tar pit the small ones

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Why not my lungs are filled to capacity, tar stacked so high, i wish it was all a lie,

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Papa said he was sick of seeing me in the pits