This is a song about "Libster megs and pheebs"

And you ain't doing nothing wrong

And once i'm dead and gone

I got alotta phones

And nasty remains and bones

And their mothers and fathers

So you finally got the nerve

Oops, i'm so sorry

Living young and wild and free

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Or closed casket for our troubles

And stop playing hide and seek,

We can't catch the beat

When love comes callin', don’t look back

And like to boast and brag

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble