This is a song about "Being a savage"

Like a savage ravages the pink abyss

As my record label nitpicks at this

Your heart literally is what i do want for lunch

Desperate for a check with a sum, depressed and act savage

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

And a list of evil shit that this fucking savage did

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

A massive savage who avids menace habits of havoc,

Practicing poses in the mirror yeah he swears that he's a savage

I can't see your album coming, that shit's like a sucker punch

Go nuts, instrumental flow much

You see me acting like a savage,

To being a being and beating the back roads and being #it

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

A childhood being depressed,

Carol city or was it the west