This is a song about "We are champions"

Stones are thrown, rocks are kicked, we die and roam the globe,

And yea i should’ve seen the signs by my first quote

We are a bung of goons,

Still got my nike boots

We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car

How are we so diluted, to think that our lives are

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

We are exactly like one another,

Got to the end of the tunnel

Right now we are plentiful

I’m trifling, damn right ignorant

We are on the fucking cusp

But girl you got me open

We are on a great run

That we are not a lone

Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone