This is a song about "Landing"

Blocking my path, flying through glass. soon, i'm landing on the floor

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

A little pillow he grips, just to cushion his landing

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

You got more chance landing a plane than landing a punch on me

We fly high perfect 10 you know i stick the landing

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing