This is a song about "Meeting up with your mates"

The social workers here everydaynow brenda's gotta make her own way

Severing your main veins opening them up with grenades leaving decay

He's even packed make up to cover your scars with

In the caravan with some latin bitches

And everybody's having sex

Quit your whining, bring it up with donald x.

Hopefully you luck up with your asking whos who and whats what

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Got my clothes togeather had a meeting with universal

I got nothing against them, they got fucking potential

Chilling with my mates but i dont give a fuck about rotations

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

You foogazie, boss up, boss up with your time dog

Came from the bottom, aiming for the top

In your truck with the system up, bring back up wait interrupt, sound erupts

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love