This is a song about "Kenny majoros"

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

And you're approaching me right

Screams from kenny woods still phantom ride

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

Or will they kill me while i'm sleepin, two to the head

I style on new york, pile up my fork

Ill hit you out the park just like im kenny loft.