This is a song about "Swamp monster and vikings"

Leave your body in a fuckin' swamp, half dug out

And when they try to get parental and start talkin' loud

The vikings weren't the only ones with a god of thunder.

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

As we sail vikings look from the heavens and hail

Fuck a deal, i just want my father's email

I'm a monster with pen and blank paper

I never use a fork i always spoon her

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

When really it's just a monster

Otherwise cease and swamp with ease

Got tired of running from the police

"contemplate", i wrote about her

By becomin friends with "the monster"

Coppers think it's worthy of lady gaga gettin' dirty with a monster and a mobster

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for