This is a song about "Why andy biersack"

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Like a richter; i'm andy, like a hurricane; sandy

Why i'm so good, i don't even know why.

Fuck high school, motherfucker i'm high

"man, why do you keep trying why the fuck are you fighting"

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Got back to the business of why

God damn it, i'm one hell of a guy

They just wanna know "why"

I mean the game been dry

Dump that bitch in the sly

Know this, i want you to know why

Now everybody put your hands up high

Your family is left wondering why

I cried all night, "why! why! why!"

That's the window into the sky