This is a song about "Adroit macroscopic ferret bovine fatuous affectation callow laconic quiddity knell patent sagacious rationalize pedicallo"

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

My style is patent, the measures is drastic

Don't need to rationalize realize satans alive bringing unlimited supplies

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

Mind's spaced out patent, time laced the thought that pay is the tend,

It's pie in the sky and there's bodies on the cement

Don't need to rationalize realize satans alive bringing unlimited supplies

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice