This is a song about "Deacon"

Dreams of a better life might get me through this cruel summer/

Stomach rumbles low, never stole the dough and butter

Waiter asked for my order, i say i wanna piece of you/

But maybe you shuld just sit on a dick and rotate too

But every time you do something, i get my pen and paper

Of a waiter but the way i'm dropping shit is major