This is a song about "Artist tourism biology phobia heroism geology cartoonist technology jounalism hydrophobia violinist ecology patriotism vocalist meteorology zoology claustrophobia capitalism novelist technophobia"

Plot twist he's a novelist psychotic and off of it

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

But little old me with the few facts that i speak

Never hitting delete, technology peak, it's bleak,

Gets older, bolder, and cold cause he's left alone

I got computer technology inside of my dome

Where the thing is amazing

My artist skills are fading,

Now don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with the technology,

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

'til i'm discovered as an artist

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Kinda getting sick of this technology it owes me an apology