This is a song about "Evan lam"

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

Find a way to escape this insaneness, momma always said

When afroman wasnt getting a single trim

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

My effort is contagious, so check this boa shit

His only escape for his fuckin pops split,

Took the van, went snatch her

Smoke one, spit another,

Out of mind out of sight

Right side, right side

Low income no bills getting paid

The words were there but they just couldn't escape

I prefer your applause without a handout

Man nobody out here's got it figured out