This is a song about "Crab people"

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Them people weak them people weak

Cause it doesn't seem really as simple

This is for the starving people

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

The myth of a system alienating its people

Inhabit the minds of people

As i light one for ill will

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

Says the motherboard's overgrowing with crab grass

That bitch was racist, got me fired

People around are doing their work

Cover the building in green my nigga: fred segal

It's deceitful, these shepherds deceive it's people,

People steal, people die,

Ima tell you that's a lie, lie, lie