This is a song about "Imbeciles and lasagna"

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class

And don't ever (and don't ever)

And i ain't frontin for her

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

And a fridge and some broccoli

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

Tryna stay clear of my foes

Cause 2012 might not be a fucking legend

Grab the scissors and saws and

Riding around with ms. reece and them

Vodka and soda, pineapple and patron

And i'm dizzy and spinning

Get off a key like i can’t sing

I cant stress it enough to you imbeciles

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks