This is a song about "Am i a psychology"

Like i am a weevil.

The root of all evil

A parakeet resembles just how high i am

Bitch i'm in the fucking mall, with my niggas eating ham

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

Emotionally stunted, i am a man interrupted

At least i'd be stable, yeah, slightly less popular

Cause i am a rap master mr. buster

Let me call that hotel

Momma said i am a hell

I am a redetermined, project changing from a pothead, to a blockhead,

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

Look at me america i am a muslim

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

I am writing a song at velocity

At the same damn time, got these bitches poppin' monkey