This is a song about "Alivin and the chipmunks"

Its like comparing chipmunks to biggie smalls,

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

The vertex and the third eye

And in fact i can’t deny

Except the niggers and the women and the whites who aren't regal

I say, how can they compare to you, everything material

Ever since then i had no job

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Know you want me to fall

And ball until the throne and thrall

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Been running around trying find a job

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

They don't know about the meth, and the smack and the dope,