This is a song about "Jocke likes to eat boogers"

The problem is that his subconscious likes to wrap

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

Powdered milk, that's how it feels, we need somethin' to eat,

Or slowly scissor cut you in to quarter portions to eat

Listen to your friend get another man for a minute then repeat

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees

I like to eat cherries

A hundred degrees, i dove in and started to eat

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

And im ready to eat

This is the concrete

Trying to make money so my family could eat

Now it'll cost you 30 racks to get a verse cheap

Print a receipt out of my ass crack for you to eat.

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap