This is a song about "A kid named marty"

I got a friend named chris rent

Half your body laying on my chest

But you must sell a tall tale of a dell and a florist named nel

All because i heard that he was talkin' to danielle

They say i talk like im god body

Messin with niall & marty,

And a finger in the middle that i leave em with

You bout as straight as a wheel some fool named ferris.

Have a kid, have disease

You gotta breathe and be at ease

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

I got a friend named chris rent

Of a kid with no exuberance

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix