This is a song about "Concentration camp"

The faker they shakin' my hand

I made a song at camp

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

I have to remind myself to not loose concentration

Mutant passage,i am breathin gases of concentration

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

Rhyming skills and concentration

Catch you up on places i've been

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

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

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

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