This is a song about "Tex and cheyenne"

Every night i stroke hoes

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

Let me rideuntil i get free

And a fridge and some broccoli

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

And like to boast and brag

It was all bad

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

Caged, and the wonder is seen

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Or closed casket for our troubles

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass