This is a song about "Neck suckers"

And i know you miss me tooshe sighed then she said

Spun guitar strings, wrapped around your neck

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

And burned inside a bonfire while a tire on his neck

My kicks like my chick, i don’t need to know the numbers

Don't lie to my face and call me dope, other suckers

Probably die getting some head

Wrap my lasso round you neck,

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

Ain't got love for actor suckers and gay lover

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

Quotas notice how my funky hocus pocus broke his neck...

Kick back and know yo son set

Through a tube down your neck!