This is a song about "Barefoot in spiderland"

Could you tell me where to go? i need direction

In a private jet while i'm walking in

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Fluoride in our toothpaste in the water

Wayne scorching, i'll applaud him

Its in operation

While in reality im in a oldsmobile killing posers in the alleys

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

In which are people who believes in one,

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

I'm in high rhymes schools your're in third

My shirt, purple label my shirt

In every thought, in every word

That bitch was racist, got me fired