This is a song about "Cheap choc"

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

Am i for cheap conformist flocks? you know, of course i'm not,

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

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

You get her cheap wódka, i get her chivas

Trying to get back to this thing called love

When we ride!it's the imperial serial killer

Taken risks, while keepin' cheap tricks from gettin on her...

How come he's not in counseling? fucka's loud while he's sound asleep

Bigots beat 'em, impede 'em, even insult with means so cheap

And drinking cheap beer with no buzz, out of old cups

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Making money and living it swell just isnt cheap

Sherm-sticks, rollin' blunts, smokin' up, and dope is cheap,

But all i really want is a kiss on the cheek