This is a song about "Charles and natalie"

Rebel without a cause, swag ray charles

You haters put up your guards

Funny, right? ha-ha, this shit's jokes

And nasty remains and bones

Nina on my femur is cocked ready for action

To my homie charles bronson cause we been through thick and thin

Crazy like charles manson, ride around with me you better hope your seatbelts

They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends

And get caught, in the moment

Social conditioning and

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

I call it speaking tongues

Im malcolm sex, crazier than charles manson

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

See i let my nigga split that

Wearing tanks and tatoos and shit.