This is a song about "Describe"

I can't describe it, but my love can't be cracked like a pistachio nut

I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement

You ain't got one or the other well brother good night

Cuz you know it's a feeling you really can't describe

I give you that massage, good hygiene is required i don't want no dirty junk

No other way to describe the punks who got no aspirations other than getting drunk

Hell on earth can't describe the suffering i've witnessed, all for a few,

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

And that's the feeling i'm trying to describe in this song/

You brought and chose, guess she moving on, yep, we do it wrong

And girl you damn right

Getting hard to describe.

By this being that is to be describe as a heavenly construct.

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck