This is a song about "Cheer"

No fear, no cheer, all gloom

I need a little room

While my mom is in the kitchen cookin' up a meal

In a garbage can, that'll cheer you up and let ya heal

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

But cheer up i manufacture like krupp and you shit like a pup

Standing onstage defined by the cheer i am receiving from mankind,

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find