This is a song about "Similar"

All of those are dead to me, similar to the children's parents

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

In a similar fashion as when i ran my fingers through her hair

Got a condo on my wrist girl, i'm cashing out

Similar to drinking stout, i just wanna scream and shout

And put my wrist up something similar to a stick up

Ah hell not the beast really i don't give a fuck

Spitting fire bars similar to flames and napalm

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

Sensing sensations similar to satan/

Me on a track is similar to playing battleship with a mirror behind your chair

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there