This is a song about "Occupy"

A lonely king, no queen to occupy his throne

Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

How can we fight back, when we couldn't occupy it

And we just enough heads to occupy one small verse each)

And we gon' take it do max but i don't know screech

How can we fight back, when we couldn't occupy it

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit