This is a song about "Western australia seceding"

Like a tumble weed in the western breeze.

Right flows down and they might go nice

Is try and fail, clientele the only way to earn

And you'll be spent, you'll be dead, checkin' out like best western

It's a standoff, somethin kinda like a rap western

My life accelerated, but had to wait my turn

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda

About australia he claimed he remember nothing huh?

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Cause i'm australia and i'm turning back the boats

At the same damn time, got these bitches poppin' monkey

You're dead to be, seceding mentally