This is a song about "Farting through a door into a bag of pillow shaped cell phones that were calling barack obama"

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

We've condemned them, locked. in a cell of consumerism,the american dream.

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

And gave you a bag of lays i hope they taste great

We were striding through life, they were a guidance of light

Yeah this the illest bitch alive, i love her freaky side

Keep coming back for more

Cause once a whore steps through my door

Yo, heres a paper bag,

Don’t you be holding back

A part of me wishes that you were never real,

I ain't ever ask for nothing to make it right here

Funny, right? ha-ha, this shit's jokes

I got more bars than fully charged cell phones

Maine, bay, the burf baby i'mma book ya' flight

We were striding through life, they were a guidance of light