This is a song about "Desserts"

That it's not fake, and tomorrow instead of drowning in my sorrows i gleam

I hear your missus likes to be whipped like cream untill she starred down my laser beam

Me, myself, and i the reason why you guys ain't bad as us

Like a diabetic eating cream puffs

I'll top you with a cherry, you fucking little hairy shit fairy!

I'm laughin' to the bank my girl's halle berry