This is a song about "Ubiquitous"

Balances they could still be the jokers friends

Ketchup like a condiment, my common sense says

So he goes to his room, as soon, he takes out the noose

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

I wanna spit some real shit, now that is simple and plain/

With a false sense of weakness and shame, insane,