This is a song about "The traphouse"

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

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

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

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

Huh, a metaphor of course

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Down the street to the car,

Saw the bombs on the news

Its cold as shit in this booth

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

I say "stay", she wanna leave

Thinkin of the the dreams

It's the perfect plan

Still the man with the pan