This is a song about "Men who are jerks"

You feel it from your head to your toes

Who's lips, who knows, a few good men who grew nose

Now who do ya think you are,

'bout to get my other car

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock

Guns are meant for weak men, y'all can get the last shot,

Don't go to far

Blessed to be who they are

Everywhere we go, people know who we are

The hotels we staying in twelve star

We don't ever make love

Who are really ruthless

Souls sold to men that are robed in magenta,

Is never that's equivalent to me and sarah

Blessed to be who they are

I'm in my other car