This is a song about "The trenches and last chance family is everything"

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Sitting on the roof and yell fuck everything

In brazil, and this shit is real, got bad hoes and that whip appeal

And my last name is cook but im the one eating the meal

See i'm breathing for a purpose

And everything is tough/

For me and my people loyal to the family

I tell em "honey, i no cher" i'm so sunny

I had to admit it again that i loved her and it was my last chance.

But on the other hand i don't understand why you got other plans

And that is the very last words of my statement

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

And so is this whole family

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

The means of artillery spotting and photography of the opposing trenches.