This is a song about "Gunk"

They’re selling pies, telling lies, we’re just simply spitting lies,

In a muck stealin from his mom's purse just to get by in life

Im better than best/ ill rip apart your chest from your neck with lessor of pressure

(the whoever has the ooze leather is band together.)

Because i am a wolf and you're just a pup

Ends in a fuck to cover up the muck we stew up,