This is a song about "Directed"

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

Got them little red dots directed at your face

Fuckin faggots, don't you know when shit's directed to you?

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu

With such an ugly picture in it and

Directed towards the agent

Re-directed de-ci-sions

Fuck, clean up on aisle six