This is a song about "Concious ryhmes"

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Yet when you listen ya concious starts becomin so fucking curious

Words corrupted him and made him self concious again,

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

Can't beleive the ryhmes i have read

Head first in that goddamn river, you're dead