This is a song about "The warriors"

The replacement of the word "mother"

And there's little to be glad for

Do the math, get the sum

Bet i get like 8 of them

The weed into the bong

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

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

And that i spent the night with her

In the heat of the summer,

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

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues