I got a girl with a golden voice but she never sings

I squeeze lemon juice in the wound, let it sting

I shot the pheasant while it spread it wings

I'm tryna get to heaven when I die

But ima need to pull every string

You know Marie, she never hit me no more

I think she might be dead

Thought she might be proud to see me twice as fed

But we eatin over here my dude