This is a song about "Transformer"

Step to secondary divorce,

Huh, a metaphor of course

Nice then nasty..she transform like optimus prime

Kiss me on the cheek as she whispered, "this the last time

Inner core, intercourse

And of course, my car's off course

You can't even scan, your fans are downloading you

Secondary school was secondary to

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

Winding up left next to the back door after a fight that left your muscles tore

Son from the core of this earth hater a fan is torn

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

Secondary school was secondary to

The game is to be sold not told, so fuck you

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

A massacre that is about to occur with justin so split