This is a song about "The rake"

Got me ready to release the fluid, sensationsit down and conversate like you know me, take my hand

Born a leader, avid mad-lib reader, you fill in the blank as i take what i rake in to the bank

Huh, a metaphor of course

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

Hoping i could learn a bit 'bout how to give and take

They cry and say he was perfect, let me go ahead and rake

My time with their half-witted reviews

Saw the bombs on the news

Where the fuck the chorus

Let's have a toast for this new love

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

And this baby daddy, is new to the family

The bigger the the fun

Think fast, fast women