This is a song about "Thrashing"

With passion, thrashing at trash and laughing, smashing fags

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

Crows are gnashing while dragons start thrashing.

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Stabbing and gashing at me, thrashing my arms and motherfucken knees

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

Crows are gnashing while dragons start thrashing.

And my only fear's a wedding ring