This is a song about "Eric s sturycz"

Fuck cops, i'm a fucking rock star

Bad, just like an 80's car

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

He's not superman, he's eric bischoff playing the jester

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

They at the same spot they making no progress

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

*angel* hell no, eric, those goals are generic,

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

Wait what if it was the "great"'s ghost on

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john