This is a song about "The lonley"

From the gutter to the roof

When they hear me rocking the groove

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

And of course, my car's off course

Always knew where the pot was

Where the fuck the chorus

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

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

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

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

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust