This is a song about "We wierdos"

Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the maury show

We sip moscato, like we hit the lotto

We apart. i feel we never met we never set or come near each other. we can

Cause i done suffered so much, i'm feelin' shell-shockedand driveby's an everyday thang

And we must do what we gotta do

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you

We dated, we broke up

They like talking, its like gossip

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

We so famous we don't pay stamp tax/

If not, dogg, i'm choking the slut

We goin out we showin up

And niggas wouldn't call you bitch, i betcha

We need mandela , still we need mandela

Shit grand like a muh-fucking bass load

We will hack and cough till we choke