This is a song about "Purchase"

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

But can't find the right purchase

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Outgrown clothing need to purchase summery stuff

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

What a nervous purchase a death circuit i stick to the surface/

Burns like furnace urns, and you take your turn to purchase it,

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit