This is a song about "Beastin and feasting"

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

I coulda swore i was driving pretty peaceful

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

From all you cheap frequent feasting sequenced in need of treatment,

And a fridge and some broccoli

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Please put that in your notes

And nasty remains and bones

I'm doing the same thing

And i'm dizzy and spinning

Hey at least i am a beast i'm feasting on your defeat, do i need to repeat i am

It was hard to quitstarted out drinkin’ forties moved to harder shitgoddamn, now i’ma grown man

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Self-awarding, negligence of the less important

Pa skillin we on a roll like thick strippers

Bass part beast i start feasting on virtues and scriptures