This is a song about "Fries before guys"

Fuck it, they shrink to fit

While guys were wastin time credit

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

Ill mortar guys and before disorder dies i more than horrify//

I don't wanna ever come down from this cloud of loving you

They get my usual and give some extra fries too

To intercept the bad guys intentions.

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

I'm everything that they call nice

Incase they get jumped my 20 guys