This is a song about "Corporations"

Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse

The corporations are cold, but then it's awesome indoors,

Celebrate the very day that i get past

Corporations try to brainwash half the land,

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

But y'all still live where corporations will decide elections,

Corporations lock the nations, populations know the same profit,

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

People only sell out 'cuz they make for corporations off it,

Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

But these corporations obviously hate and lock the nation,

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

And nothing else to get money for all their corporations off it,

But these corporations aren't taking me hostage again,

And all the girls we knew that screamed fuck you going let me then