This is a song about "After"

After eating burgers and chips

To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks

And you’re the motherfucker he’s after.

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

Especially, after that heavily news

Let's face it, i can’t replace

After i spark up the haze,

I am not paying no motherfucking retail for purple label this summer

After the sadness of the summer winter time froze after another

Lay ya ass down on god's green floor

Get the fuckin ra after your

That's why i'm after this money

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

My records sell, yes sir

Hear the thunderclap after