This is a song about "Asexual reproduction"

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

And everything all contained to circumvent in to a point of rendering.

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

Now i'm gonna explain what exactly i've been planning 'n happened.

Rape you with repetition

It ain't where i been

I got some fire and shit

Guess i'm planning wreck it,

Like a politcian on a proposition of pure repetition,

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

Bangin' on the system like that good shit in yo playlist,

And i ain't even planning to call

Y'all the truth, got a connection with you all