This is a song about "Mush"

Mush or gooey oozed thrush.

All we need is convienient love

Walking in the centre, hit me and i mush like feta

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha

Keep talkin shit i'll punch you in the forehead so hard your brain turns to mush

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