This is a song about "Stan seccombe"

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

Screw north west, i’m moving down to the south park, call me stan marsh/

Pit route , fangs of the snake will get into my head, stan i like the rap of my foe em,

Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

The world needs less stans and more stan lee's

Found a man, named stan, but he knocked me out with a can,

Got patron sippin' in my cup, hey, where's your man

And i'm the type of muhfucka that'll share you, shoot

I bet your name is stan, it's alright to be confused.

And fuck the radio for tellin' me to snap jam

It was you got me into rap with stan

His life started to be a misery, and all of these happened because he listened to stan his enemy

I'm like a maserati you're duckin like a little fuckin volkswagen tryna stop me

Garbage stan, fuck with me, ima dip you in a garbage can

D-low where's the trigger, i'll let this bullet play hero.. bang