This is a song about "Butt eating"

Then got high from butt plugs

Good kids make bad grown ups

I like to poop out of my butt,

Run through the puddles, playin' in the mud

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

And it was nothing to you but hands on my butt

Now this is what i call an evening

No rations or resources for eating//

So i'm gonna keep making, smoking and eating,

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king