This is a song about "The huns are deid"

These are words from the creator

Said when i do dirt wit her

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

And the razors are double bladed

The fans are in a massive spin, the cops are in/

Women'll sell they soul just to buy some attention

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Are the meaning of ignorance

I flash smiles at the mean looks

These are visions from the wulf

Don't cha know we love ya? sweet lady

Watch the ones that are shady,

The closet shelves are squeaking, the skeletons are peaking

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

But most dads are the same, while most moms are unique. (x2)