This is a song about "Wrappers"

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

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

While you tryin to make a living, picking wrappers.

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Lickin fast-food wrappers, the cap-stone capper

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

The ones talkin bout sex, money, && wrappers