This is a song about "Is this the krusty krab"

This is the same society

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

This isn't for the small timers, this is for the all timers

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

This is for the starving people

Cause this album pack enough evil

Gin makes me sin

This is the end station

Your words are fiction, this is the fact, listen to this

We did it again last king, ymcmbi don't pay for bitches

Your dad's purple heart now hangs over his ashes

Devour this fucker like the feast it is

And this is only the start

For the most part those blocks get bogart

This is the devils hell

Let me call that hotel