This is a song about "The huns are deid"

Where the kids are raving

Dmv so we used to the waiting

The hoes are resented,

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

Im that you would go and steal my heart away

The clouds are black and the skies are grey

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Watch the ones that are shady,

Lookin’ for some action

All the coldest are fallin

Stones are thrown, rocks are kicked, we die and roam the globe,

Sing the highs and lows, remember when i was broke

Their remains are feeding the rodents

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

The fans are in a massive spin, the cops are in/