This is a song about "You are why"

We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car

I enjoy my time wondering, why things are why they are

Why, why, are is he tripping down?

All my other people that dance around

Why are you crying, are you frightened.

Lean like the side of the shoe on a giant

That's why the songs that you hear are comin' real tight

These mistakes are a fact of life, get it right

It’s not a game, hold your dame

Why do you call me names that are lame

So why are you waiting you can't keep hating and masturbating while

I’m at the altar sayin’ my vows, to this benjamin franklin pile

Fuck 2dopeboyz, all them niggas bitches

Why the heck are you doing this

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

But if it isn't bad then why are you so saddened