This is a song about "Plenty"

And you could find interest

No sleep yep, plenty missed

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Took away the pain poppin plenty pills

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

Plenty beef to go around and plenty me to stand the heat

No more bedding chicks from plenty of fish, i think

Suck her neck before i eat her like she's breakfast

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Plenty of wrist slashing n' scrapes affects the groans,

At twenty eight i'll have plenty of taste

But they sold jello in the paint

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

With plenty of money and women