This is a song about "Tulsa union depot"

You know they got me trapped in this prison of seclusionhappiness, living on the streets is a delusion

None of your own will pick up the phone cuz this human is a new fusion god and man perfect union

Go back to home depot, dude cuz you're a tool

I don't kiss and tell, that's so middle school

On your fucking penis depot

And i did the video for really though

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

We should all join as one as a union

You see the furs and pendants, austin sigoto, drop though

My head space is bigger than the whole of home depot

While the other while tip his hat and stape the union in the back,

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