This is a song about "Communist robots"

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Bringing up fucking ro-bots

People know not but still they grind and work like robots,

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars

Compose like mozart dispose of robots aloha send postcards

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Consult a communist for his opinion on this blasphemous protestant

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

I pray that that's me, but i gotta be honest

Live in a nation ran by camouflaged communist,

Please boo what's your size crazy

A communist i will not be

It's born to rock on, explosion, one of the toughest

Live in a nation ran by camouflaged communist,