This is a song about "Bizarre vigor"

We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car

I'm going berserk its bizarre that you think that we are

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Or at least america's prague, making every second bizarre

Said some shit that was too bizarre

Young money, d-town's all star

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingohh look in the mirror

So vigor you think i was godzilla, gods illa i'm gods filler,

Got so much vigor,that i aint even fuckin with her,

I guess i got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper