This is a song about "Divesity and genetic varition"

Here they keep a rachet close

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

Like a genetic mutation messing up your period,

And i'm dizzy and spinning

Bun b, i’m underground king

And don't ever (and don't ever)

The ice ain't really nothing to her

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Seven, what's religion nigga? i am legend

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Its etched in my genetic code forever

And remember what i said and

Cause 2012 might not be a fucking legend