This is a song about "Cleaning out your locker"

In the back seat and it's getting quite loud

Punched the shit out of your consciousness, your light's out

Im cleaning up these haters like my jobs to hold a mop

Bout peppermint schnapps in junior high hit the block

With handfuls of razor blades i'm cleaning you with mace

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Just to get people to peep in your locker

And be found, deep down, in davey jones locker.

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Bullied you with flow, go hide in your locker

The day before is better than the present

Aint no easy task cleaning up the wild west.

Lord, you're so pretty, lying in my arms

// [you can call out your guards]