This is a song about "Villages"

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

While i'm pillaging villages and listen to beats

Murder in the villages they ask how i keep killing it

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that