This is a song about "Camp rad"

Crockadillys be so rad, and cool

But she forgot about the golden rule

Bodied n' be a wake early, like a boot camp-jail sargent.

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

And if i want to go outside

Dawn rising, cleaning up the camp site,

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

They want me to concentrate in a camp

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

Bodied n' be a wake early, like a boot camp-jail sargent.

I made a song at camp

Trying hard to speak and