This is a song about "Ted parton in southfields"

See i walked in while she creeped in.

My position improving, not to mention

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

While in reality im in a oldsmobile killing posers in the alleys

And trying to start today with arguments

In proving improvement in chunks,

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

So fucking scary you need your ted

Its in operation

Through thick and thin

Take her back to where i live

'cause thee mes-sage is in-fec-ted with

Sitting in my chair relaxing in the sun

Electric chair i don't deserve the fun