This is a song about "1000 subsribers"

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

Hope to go seven 1000 year ago walking in hopes ravine

Chica-go-getter from odd future, used to ride solo

To reveal all the fictions and its tragic i know.

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

I bet when im about 80 ill be crippling, but

So i say i love you to every girl that's interested,

Ask too many questions about the stars and earth shit

Im sorry for the repetition, im just tired of the tradition,

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

To accomplish what i envision, not playing the right positions

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

And its tragic i know, cause see i am a menace,

You just turn your head, kneel down and then tie your tennis