This is a song about "Wonka runts and moutian dew"

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

Dew forming on the ground as the day is transforming,

And tired of his shit and tries to just split

Went from the 'back down' to the 'front, flip'//runts slip

Harder than my dick when taylor swift is in my basement

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Kill you off kindly, quietly, sweetly, sweeter than honey dew,

Ya family will be missin you, theres a kiss for you

And inhospitable,

A criminal grind mean hustle

Unpleasant peasant, rent dew but no tenant,

So, i just need someone to talk to, kinda rushed

And like to boast and brag

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

So while you worry about the hoes

Riddles and jokes and scary crows