This is a song about "The straws"

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

She prayed on me passing that bar

Down the street to the car,

Huh, a metaphor of course

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

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Why you tryin to read me if you see there isnt any issues

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Shit i bought them tracks, stupid bitch i'm broke

My time with their half-witted reviews

Saw the bombs on the news

We don't ever make love

Where the fuck the chorus