This is a song about "I will be out on the afternoon"

In a room full of goons, i'm such a fucking stand out

Every afternoon not wanting to be around

You see him as a god

I run out on the job.

Because tonight i will be out with a different whore

And wonder why i ain't ever caught that feeling before

A communist i will not be

Trying to catch me riding dirty

I think 2014 will be the greatest

Who you callin rapist

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

And the only ending will be me dead on the fucking street

I eat you like a afternoon snack, and i pour in the side glass some jack/

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Try to get out, i doubt you will find the handle

With my muscle you'll be dazzled, but hustlin's a hassle