This is a song about "The phillipines"

You get close but no cigar

Down the street to the car,

Still the man with the pan

Just take control if you can

Shit grand like a muh-fucking bass load

Here's the answer and the antidote:

We self-made but never is an i on the team

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

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

As the king upon the throne

Soon as i get home

And i can't help but stare, cause

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