This is a song about "The girl who was supposed to die"

She's the one he's supposed to grow old with

It’s a fucking celebration, bitches

Were battles in that section when i was still supposed to rot,

Bitch, i hit one button, my roof open like a hard spot

But i do quite well with all the bait

Fuck a girl who doesn't want to appreciate

Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high

Who watched his father die

Supposed to be an outlet for emotions and the kids then,

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

Why can't these creatures just up and die like they're supposed to?

But is it really cocky if you know that it's true

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Opposing me, that's supposed to be the method socially,

This man is a murderer; he is not who he is supposed to be

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty