This is a song about "Acids and bases"

And place words on the bass displaces, decapitates at the bases,

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Please put that in your notes

And nasty remains and bones

And inhospitable,

As i light one for ill will

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

A couple of sprites but no beer

But got comma’s in my statement

What i do, through and through and

My drive is like no one

Sanyo, and handheld and handgun

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

Hit it like a baseball then skip around the bases.

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

And shorty, you straight, bet you look way better without no drawers