This is a song about "The overture"

Where the fuck the chorus

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Nigga i'm a hundred miles far

Down the street to the car,

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

You're fucking with me, nigga

I bring the heat like the

Thinkin of the the dreams

Get blown like lawn leaves

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Been running around trying find a job

So part of the plan

Still the man with the pan