This is a song about "He is gone"

What! the antenna is gone! [gasp] rape the maid again in rage

I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age

And closest thing you get to god is being dead and gone

Throw her slightly to the right, so dyke i'm kinda wrong

That flooded streets with crack is comin 'back, it was never gone,

Baby, you're the inspiration of this precious song

I'm feeling like i never want to be apart

See, the love is gone with one another, it's hard

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone

I know the world gets cold and the days get long

On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time

Gone wild kill you with a smile the world is all mine

Gone is just a letter

Yeah, ready for whatever

But now that he is gone we finally get to mingle

This is the shit that is makin' me cynical