This is a song about "Wining the lottey"

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

Now that's what you call a game

After the fire, comes the rain

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

So go away forge for the lowers levels to beat and increase your wining range

Two childhood friends just died, i couldn't crya damn shame, when will we ever change

Omo niaja get em' higher

Than the birds on the wire

The water from the past is the same water in the present

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave