This is a song about "Twenty one pilots"

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Twenty years was enough to see

Watching my woman of twenty years wither away,

But i got two a-mex's that look the same way

But the meg count's off half down to one twenty eight

High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done

This battles blackjack my lyric score gets twenty one,

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

How is this the twenty first century

Microphone is a plane,mcs are pilots

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

Twenty inch nail rifle

As i light one for ill will