This is a song about "Acids and bases"

And some strawberries and some chocolate

It's just my fate, let me chill, nah flip

They laugh and scream and leap

I’m way harder than the concrete

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

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

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

Took me a while just to write those

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Bases loaded, up to bat

And don't ever (and don't ever)

Well, maybe not forever

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Make music for the masses, but still aim for the bases,