This is a song about "Farting through a door into a bag of pillow shaped cell phones that were calling barack obama"

We used a andy warhol to paint the decor

I pick up a spoon and walk through the living room door

When you was leaving, did he put up a fight

We were striding through life, they were a guidance of light

And smoke wannabe emcess like a bag of cabbage

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

Convenience stores being shot up just for a bag of chips

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

And gave you a bag of lays i hope they taste great

Upon other limbs it's looking like a bag of chex mix

Yet don't owe them niggas nothing but potent lyrics

Your last man was semi pro

And your bars is soft like a pillow