This is a song about "The janoskians"

Here's the answer and the antidote:

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

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

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

I'm why baby mamas leave

As the tao converted the thief

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Saw the bombs on the news

Duck duck, say goose

As much as i wanna leave

Thinkin of the the dreams

Down the street to the car,

Don't go to far

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

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