This is a song about "The girl"

Every time girl knocked, boy hit the door

Pine-green foams, they may never see the store

Picture a place that they exist, together

I'm the type to get your girl wetter

She gotta hold her head up high

Girl, let's send our stress to the sky

Pour out a little liquor

Was the girl i fucked last winter

Tell you about the girl i fell for

As soon as i walk in the door

The kings get killed very least overthrown

Hardly thinking of the girl at home,

Say i'm not hot

Got yo girl in the spot

That's the window into the sky

Seduce the girl, now that's a fucking lie,