This is a song about "Congregation germinated marine primates pyrophobia"

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

Causing a banter of chatter amongst a, congregation of has beens

I'm like psychotic marine on laced lsd

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Nigga, i'm a fucking, marine engineer,

And i wonderwhere will i be next year

Nigga, i'm a fucking, marine engineer,

Here's your nigga, come hear this year

But what he doesn't know is that i'm sharp as a marine

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

We might be able to benefit the whole congregation

Nigga, i'm a fucking, marine engineer,

Had, like, the mixtape of the year