This is a song about "This song is dedicated to the american lower class"

To the green im dedicated

Get the zippo and spark the shit

This is the end of my fucking song

Often wonder to myself where the day's gone

I "wrote" this "song" [about my transition to the cloud, back

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

//this song is dedicated to the american lower class

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

You're listening to this song

And we don't know no right from wrong

But this song is infinitely finished

I decided my pride is just why i resist

But the media, fuck it, 'cuz it's a lower class household,

Had a dream like martin luther, little bit of hope

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn

You're listening to this song