This is a song about "Squeak"

I'd rather not live like there isn't a god

Squeak your hooters bitch, and keep your day job

I do not know how that dead body got inside of my trunk

You hear me spit flame and all you do is squeak, you rodent/

So drop the slam and let's get sick

I bleed from damage, squeak and panic//

Sheeit i make a bitches titties squeak,

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete