This is a song about "Ecological footprint"

We den turnt it up now it's at the max

Or ima tie your ass to the rail tracks

They vaguely decipher my language

Cant touch me, homie yousa bitch

Apply guise and kill those bite sized

For that paper, i'mma grind

I'm working on four dimensions

And the v12, that's on various trips

I feel they praisin too much

Can't talk much cuz he stalk touch

The drug that they brain need

Head to toe, face and feet,

Never agree with that message

So y'all can cope n' touch

Its no secret that you seek dick, you go and choke on tic tac sized dicks,

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks