This is a song about "The dong"

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

The water from the past is the same water in the present

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

And before the sun came up, he was gone

While massaging my ding - dong.

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

I don’t know why…hey, wait a minute motherfucker

I bring the heat like the

Now hey little mama

Than the birds on the wire

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur