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

Put on the lab coat, every square foot of this lab goes

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

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

They two now, and haven’t seen their godfather yet

Jackson in the jacket show goes on without the racket

Throwin round wallets like the dude that kid cudi hit

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

I would go rampage jackson on him, he went on me

The fucked up shit that goes on in my brain

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again

Everything that goes on is unconstitutional

With some soccer moms where they like to fucking sit and mingle

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

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

And the blogger has their reviews in rear view

Oh hey, there goes my mind on the floor right beside you,