This is a song about "Dickhead guy that steals your girl"

And he, what's his name, earl

Won't ya swallow that girl

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

I sleep with two pillows, in hope that your girl shows

A metaphor, for the insecure

Guess who that girl was it was your mother

Glaring at that guy that ferrari belongs to/

Make me wanna write my own little song for you

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

I brittle your ribs, you the type of guy that fiddles with kids