This is a song about "Cheeze its"

All on the furniture with no regards

Its small enough to swallow and its got sharp parts

Its a war with the enemy

Slowing its exponentially

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

Its in my mind, its takin over, its gettin closer

Stop tryin to harvest your crop its done, its dead

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

You know i’m better off without you

I know its hidden but its no ....taboo

Its inhumanity,

She going to borrow some money

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

When nerves grow and words are soared its,