This is a song about "Fuck flaps"

Around you ill run laps and swim trough your belly flaps

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

But five years from now i bet she see

Fuck your fucken sex fuck your candy

Say you don’t do what

And, i don't call it fuck

Fuck, fuck-fuck, can't take the stress

I just play my part make moves like chess

I was playing with guns

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

I dont even give a fuck

I know you're mad, but so what

I dont even give a fuck

Course not, i'm big like horse nut