This is a song about "Becomes"

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

Hitting it so hard it dissapears and becomes erosive

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

As we vanish into displacement, the ghetto becomes vacant

So, i just need someone to talk to, kinda rushed

From the present till he becomes stagnant.

The more that i dwell, the harder it becomes.

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

My respect for you becomes worse and decreases

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Air becomes a resistance when i connect the speakers to your mind

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

When i come through the cut everything becomes silent/

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

And the pressure on us teens becomes immense