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"

Im just a man writin rhymes harder than technology

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

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

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

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

But five years from now i bet she see

Auxiliary artist, independently,

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

Electronically, technology the best

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

Sword artist valerian steel i wields the sharpest

Bet i get like 8 of them

Self call it heroism