This is a song about "Kenny weeden"

- or i'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head

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

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

You faggots can buy chains but utopia can't afford

For now everything just seem so right

Screams from kenny woods still phantom ride

Guess it's something like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet

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