This is a song about "Being a fucker"

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

I'm a insane mother fucker, yes in the brain,

The attacks just started fucker so pull up a seat.

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

This fucker was twelve and was six foot, with a vicious hook

And how it feels to feel that feeling

Or was i just a desolate being

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

An overdosed fucker and a hoe from the streets

Too late now we're friends, i surely prefer

I am off my rocker like a mother- fucker

I was born to do the damn thing

Fuck a quarter, i wish you well being

But that's only possible if a fucker could,

And that’s a scary thing, i try to duck em good