This is a song about "Anne casey"

In fact i'm the one who killed radio next in lines anthony casey,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

I go 90 down the casey

All i want is you baby

After a verse you’ll be turned to ashes like anne frank

I'm right back in it dead yummy and her mildew stank

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Its my fate to be the best but thats just casey,