This is a song about "Marty the poser"

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

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

Watch this, hey quik let me see them binoculars, nigga

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

The bigger the the fun

Work straight out the kitchen

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

I'm the operator, the administrator.

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

Yessir, lets have a toast for the girls

But five years from now i bet she see

Messin with niall & marty,

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

To the voice of the oblivion,