This is a song about "Slush puppies"

But you had it comin motherfucker now your face resembles red slush

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Spread the slush, paper thin, "ouch a paper cut" oozing a lot-a blood

I wouldn't be famous

That's thick like puppy slush,