This is a song about "Trains and shit"

But i guess i'm just gonna make this fish stew because

I guess insane trains of thoughts are starting to pay it off,

Putting cancer in supper and shit

Fuck it turn my mic up a lil bit

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

Wearing tanks and tatoos and shit.

On some bonnie and clyde shit

Pass that, catch back, fast that

No swing and a miss shit,

One night love: i'mma need that

Now this shit is turning to a habit

Me and zylo always be killin this shit