This is a song about "Love song about moldy pizza rancid butter and flat beer"

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

Smother it with butter and cook it for my next of kin.

I didn't take my fucking ritalin, this is a hype track

And i'm not about to let my lyrics become flat

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

She's every love song that i love singing

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

No contact, beer bottles, and random fights

In my bread and peanut butter you're the jelly in between

Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen

Cause 2012 might not be a fucking legend

Leave ya rancid, we advance and

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

I'd like to treat you to a faygo and a slice of pizza

I ain't trying to be ignorant

Leave ya rancid, we advance and