This is a song about "Dandy"

But only when our fucking lives are fine and dandy.

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

I'm at home in your pantry, your shits fine it's just dandy

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

They're scrapping in alleys, acting real dandy as the magazines clappin'

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin