This is a song about "Ken and samantha"

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

And nasty remains and bones

Patron black, uh, patron jones

And some strawberries and some chocolate

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

My only purpose in life to kill myself up on accident

And inhospitable,

Yeah come holla at your uncle

And the word most important

Grab the scissors and saws and

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Or perhaps samantha, cause last time she pissed me off i turned into the grim reaper,

Sanyo, and handheld and handgun

The 7-pick up, yukon, the range is come