This is a song about "Wrappers"

And there's little to be glad for

Lickin fast-food wrappers, the cap-stone capper

We gotta get back to what really matters

While you tryin to make a living, picking wrappers.

It's enough to make you crazy, it's fuckin with my domeya only live once on this earth

Unwhitty whippersnapping nappers unwilling to snap cause i'd trash em like wrappers

The ones talkin bout sex, money, && wrappers

We are being wiped off the face of this earth