This is a song about "The nova"

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

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

Use pine tar like pineda, its so hot in the bleachers, 2 strikes for nova/

Until they get the munchies and say "i want a dime" crazy ass you can't eat a

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Where the fuck the chorus

Cause u know that this my jam

The game plan, the game plan

Down the street to the car,

I don’t care where ya are

As the tao converted the thief

We can make more, make babies

Its cold as shit in this booth

Saw the bombs on the news

When i get my hands on nines

Endless the days, forever the nights,