This song is a love letter to Jim Hopper: small-town police chief, full-time dad, part-time monster decapitator, and walking OSHA violation in a Hawaiian shirt. It’s got synths, keytar, mustache energy, and the unshakable belief that abs are optional if you punch Russians and glare at Demogorgons hard enough. Turn it up, eat your vitamins, and here's a public service announcement for you - don’t mess with Jim.