This is a song about "Staple foods"

Im lurkin in the shadows waitin for him like a creepy old guy with a staple gun

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

I'm staple to this center, like a lay up

Some of you bitches look stupid as fuck

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Staple ya hands to ya face and make a dyke give you anal

So you staple posters of them in your room, they help your way for stroke

Every morning calls his comrade to come and get him to smoke

I used to have dark nights now it’s bright lights

Isle full of genetic foods and poisoned viles