This is a song about "Rosh josa and susie fisk"

And kill yourself and your clique

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

And once i'm dead and gone

Get on a song

And i'm dizzy and spinning

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

But nah, he is quite different

Grab the scissors and saws and

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

The prerequisite is gun clappin' so what happened

And a fridge and some broccoli

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

And their mothers and fathers

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

And inhospitable,

Got to the end of the tunnel