This is a song about "1950s"

Fuck all your bigotries, join in the festivities

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

Now we must stand tall

I always fall and fall

Imma bout to pull out

Never lookin for a handout

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Know you heard of me bitch im a dog whistle

Lets go, we're number one

All the girls really want is fun

Not giving my symbol but blowing out the whistle

This is the shit that is makin' me cynical

Go on killing spree number ten

Semetex said we’re good, and we’re good then