This is a song about "Ad weinman and sons"

No more fucking cigarettes lit, no more stupid ass presentations and useless magazine ad bits

And everybody grieves, but still nobody seesrecollect your thoughts don't get caught up in the mix

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

I know mario's on the hook, but i was playing duck hunt

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

Not a huge fan of attacking ad nauseam

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Self-awarding, negligence of the less important

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

All of my sons searching for their mommy now.

I figured out that it don't matter for real

Every one of her sons must hear

Then keep your change like an oink machine

Sons and daughters, thanks for bein

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Im ad lib bin while the sticking to script like magnets