This is a song about "Absolute madman goes on crowbar rampage"

Ain't no tellin' what really goes on in her little head

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet

Success is what i work for, and when them dudes hate

There he goes on his face like a nigger can't skate.

Tell bush to push tha button cause i'm fed

Better then sex is what goes on next.

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

Move on, life goes on, so let's keep goin', momma

You redundant, you never ever change

Ill ravage you with a rampage.

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

It's irritant, if this goes on i'll roll up like i'm militant/

I pop one, you pop one

Absolute confusion

I make music for a reason, didn't vote obama

Move on life goes on, so let's keep goin', momma