The idea for this song started after receiving a phone call. It was 3 a.m. and my mother called me asking me for advice. She said, “Your little sister’s in her room. Someone from her high school is bullying her and told her that she is so ugly she should kill herself.” I didn’t quite know what to say to make her feel better. The only thing that came to mind for me was, “What’s the fuckers address?” Of course, I didn’t say that. I told her to try her best to avoid him, and of course, that I loved her, as did many, and to not listen to anyone else. I told her to call me if she needed to, hung up the phone, and tried to go to sleep but the song idea was already brewing.