This is a song about "Celery lad"

I'm popping champagne, drinking till i'm jumping out the window

Puffin celery endo, neva kneel like them simps though/

And put another half a mil in my bank account

No disrespect cus that lad was fucking sound,

Fussy lad has been discharged this case has been horrible

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

If you come round me like that youll get fucking slapt lad

Corvette so clean you'll think bruce springsteen rid that

And now all i remember from being lil a wee lad

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

That's why i rhyme like a poet from a prior century

Kidnapped celebrities bloody mary'd with celery,

Fuck you fuck u off and move to the next lad

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

There's crack, there's crack

Every lad gets that