This is a song about "Asexual reproduction"

I opened my bible in search to be a better christian

Like a politcian on a proposition of pure repetition,

This declaration, a representation of my dedication/

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

What you want me to say

You make my heart go on replay

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

All you niggas dead , dead fake

Guess i'm self made

Your fake, man you mistake

It's the part ii repetition, murder with guided precision

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

Rae took on the date with the purple tape

Maybe tomorrow i won't have to fake

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation

To call me norman bates is just a horrid imitation