This is a song about "Bangs"

Changs, give me head, like she bangs

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

Head bangs, back n' forth / it's attached to the strap of an elastic chord

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

Bite into your bangs, shake the chains.

Like explosive bangs from a sawed-off shotguns cough,

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars