This is a song about "The backcountry"

Its cold as shit in this booth

Saw the bombs on the news

Embrace my words make the world changeand still i smile nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

From the gutter to the roof

Where the fuck the chorus

The way she walks and causes a fuss

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

I was a black sheep, but now i'm just a goat

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Huh, a metaphor of course

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

The water from the past is the same water in the present

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust