This is a song about "Eric blaha is a fuck boy"

I'm longer than em: i ain't talking no rockin republic

The issue with that shit is that i don't give a fuck

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Okay son be a good boy

A boy taken for a goon

And her smile lit up the room

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

On how when you turned a fuck boy and the same day i turned celibate

Munch. this is lunch, fuck a mallet, punch,

They vaguely decipher my language

Like a condom that's scuffed up, i'm the wrong one to fuck with

Rapping hard as fuck like the tusk of a mammoth is

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Fuck shane battier that nigga a soft boy

When i peep in the public, bet i'm leaving with something

Life is like a pair of dice and boy do i love gambling