This is a song about "Sarah and her remote control up your bungle hole"

Except it ain't via the nose it's from deep in my soul

If life's just a game wheres the remote control,

Know what they mean, everything ain't what it seems

Pick her up and then i'll let her wiggle them ass cheeks

Call your girl up and meet her/

I get a pen and paper

Control, your hoes, you let her talk to you crazy

In this life, nothing is forever, my lady

Streakin' away and breakin' ma' way,cuz hell yeah that's how i roll.

At her funeral, yet few will know what really showed her to the putrid hole

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

Forget the attic, i fuck her in her basement, the hidey hole

But when i fuckin' go, lucifer will probably have my soul

Forget the attic, i fuck her in her basement, the hidey hole