This is a song about "Tar"

See, i like the person that you are

Once i made it, i beat the fucking tar

Use pine tar like pineda, its so hot in the bleachers, 2 strikes for nova/

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

My pen sparks the benchmark i fench off tar

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

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

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

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die

I guzzle up at the bar

Whip bitches with greek tar.

Behemoth brontosaurus bones boil in tar baths

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats