This is a song about "Opium"

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

But now back in that opium den straight blowin'

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

Smoking opium, fighting with an enlightened draconian.

Nickelodeon. pop and locking, hiding opium

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

Let me mine you until your vagina is wet enough and fill your mind with pleasant thoughts

Opium made me an odium, while i'm sipping alcohol, like it's dripping applesauce.