This is a song about "Callum and ben"

From the back seat, back seat

And kill yourself and your clique

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and

Fellatio is frequent, still i treat them decent

Hangin out pickin up game, sippin cheap liquor

Got her laughing like a joke from ben stiller,

And losin all his money

And a fridge and some broccoli

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different

Grab the scissors and saws and