This is a song about "Jack breaking his hand by punching a wall because his girlfriend left him"

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

Grab him by his collar bone, and throw him down the stairs like im tossin a stone,

An old woman came by, holding a duck in her left hand

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

We all worship him and we're his hand tool

I told myself that i would play it cool

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Appearance to his funeral left me boxed like a cubicle.

The heart of a lion but i’m a tiger wood look in there

And dangle him by his tail while i feed him to a grizzly bear.

Where i'm from, if you ever seen what i seen

Phone in his hand, coffee in his spleen.

And nowadays things changeeveryone's ashamed of the youth cause the truth look, strange

Breaking my back for that minimum wage,angry like a lion biting through his cage,