This is a song about "The bahamas"

Thinkin of the the dreams

I'm why baby mommas leave

So if i talk down to a man

Still the man with the pan

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

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

As the king upon the throne

Before i leave home

I surely don't, so get off your high horse before you get impaled and feel the wrath of my worst

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

I know i've came so far

Down the street to the car,

See boy she been in love

Where the fuck the chorus