This is a song about "Mayonaise"

I'm a nineteen year old middle-class upstanding white kid who would have guessed that?

You toss my salad, then stop, then you go back at,

We're freaky leeches, no sweet peaches or cream,

Wake n' bake, for god's sake hoping this is all a dream

Like a salad no dressing

Verse 3: this message i am confessing