This is a song about "The futility of existence"

I came into existence when great sent "him" into retirement

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

All a futility,

It ain't hard to make money

... that our existence is troubled

With such an ugly picture in it and

But we save the card, the charred cold existence

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

He blew ounces quick, his deficient existence had astounded kids

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

So sit the fuck down before i blow you our of existence bitch.

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

I feel like i have too much fucking resistance against my existence.