This is a song about "The trenches"

So here i am at the store for some chips

Deep in the regions where trenches are reasons

I surely don't, so get off your high horse before you get impaled and feel the wrath of my worst

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

I'm a son of gun

The bigger the the fun

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

Hiding in the trenches avoiding the ether bomb

Ending these verses all muddy like vimy's trenches

I'm high as fuck and i didn't call for all this

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

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