This is a song about "The countryside"

Still the man with the pan

They be like damn

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

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

Thinkin of the the dreams

Little more weed, first class seats

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Duck duck, say goose

Saw the bombs on the news

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

When her father would beat her and her brother like he had an unquenchable thirst

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

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

Down the street to the car,

I know i've came so far