This is a song about "Trauma"

Well, i don't know, maybe you had some childhood trauma trip,

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

It's spectacular; my lyrics are causing blunt-force trauma.

Room service, the moon been worthless once apparent to your aura

To pete. ganja to marijuana. causing psychodrama when i end the

Only suffered threw trauma couldnt fast forward or take a break with a comma,

With some soccer moms where they like to fucking sit and mingle

Trauma on my mental, as well as my physical

Yeah, you swear your girl is faithful; everything ain't what it seems

Filled with repressed trauma subconscious reaching out to me in my dreams

I know we grew apart, you probably don't remember

You gonna find ya self in the trauma center,