This is a song about "Ware were you"

Finish line with the tire marks

That you were in my arms

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

Message for nintendo, sega and the old ware.

And since you were talking filthy,

You a lady boss, now you fly free

That's why i'm makin' money

You were my best buddy

I was king you were queen

Girl cut up, got lean on lean

You were my fucking sunshine when my skies were not the bluest

Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled

You were my getaway

Round my motherfuckin way

You know were here to stay,

After that, she say