This is a song about "Tutu and bows"

Grab the scissors and saws and

But nah, he is quite different

And some strawberries and some chocolate

With this heavenly flow bought a hell of whip

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

Big bows,screaming fan ,big shows.pretty like a crown,can nothing put

Have no souls indeed

And kill yourself and your clique

And don't ever (and don't ever)

As i end this letter

And now that i’m getting money

And a fridge and some broccoli

Fuck you if you feelin' different

And remember what i said and

Well, the club bout to hear this song

And once i'm dead and gone