This is a song about "We wierdos"

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

We so famous we don't pay stamp tax/

The game is to be sold not told, so fuck you

Don't understand why we do what we do

We need mandela , still we need mandela

Is never that's equivalent to me and sarah

We goin out we showin up

The cool say i'm thug

We never lived in one place we roamed.

I mean of course just the same old

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

We sip moscato, like we hit the lotto

We got money so we ball out

I must go like fly route

And we must do what we gotta do

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you