This is a song about "Melvins weed wacker in sams moth swashing around he bites it"

As he skins into hell's grasp as it wasn't heaven he believed in, he laughed,

Even now i keep a frown when i come arounddon't ask me about tha past

Rolling weed and smoking it too

I'll tell you baby that we're through

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

He sat around all day in his lazy boy.

He sat around all day in his lazy boy.

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

In rap terms he keeps it real

I don't sprint just boost when i feel

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

I take big bites, i don't believe in portions,