This is a song about "Analysis prolapse"

Dismembering bars i'm a lyrical surgeon everyone fades likes whispers when i release

Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Release that white lumpy cream, teen crime scene,

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones

And the paranoia's clutch was enough to rupture nuts

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

I bleed from damage, squeak and panic//

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

Mary's empty eyes, they bleed as she's dragged down into hell

Then i'll release a torpedo

Got ten on the floor, stop playing with flow

Release a long yawn when rappers spit

You can feel it via spirit

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Get ready to release a debut cd