This is a song about "The walrus"

A sight of her face can calm my rage even if the world's weight was hurled/

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone

As the king upon the throne

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

This is for my bitches gettin' high on the regular

As the tao converted the thief

And all my childhood memories

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

The bigger the the fun

And when it's said and done

It's the wolf gang, wolf gang

Still the man with the pan