This is a song about "Mum and dad death"

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

Orts ill deep throat your mum with a polo and make it taste menthol

Reigns, of being a husband and a dad.

Fight the temptation but it keep coming back

Bathing and enriching hopes and sensation of death,

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

And death, beaten will decay

But i - somehow, some way

And my mum is calling a person that is magic sue

Gotta front me a brick, that ain’t nothin’ to you

She only love me when i be ignoring

And sure enough my dad came one morning

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

And a dad, who had a wife he liked to beat.