This is a song about "Wrappers"

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

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

And then along came the wrong man for her

Lickin fast-food wrappers, the cap-stone capper

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

While you tryin to make a living, picking wrappers.

First i have potential, now i got them answers

The ones talkin bout sex, money, && wrappers