This is a song about "Fear of roller coasters"

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

A complete mess but still i ride the roller coaster of life

‘cause that’s the case i'm known to pack a tool as well

Fear of hypodermics, belonophobic can't you tell

Full of fear that their career platters ain't got dough

Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo

And tell dem niggas at the top we want yo spot we are for real

Of coming here, putting fear like a buccaneer in yo ear, ya hear?

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

Constant fear of death the only thing that's keeping me alive

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

I prevent the leave of fear it has surrendered me to merit,

From fear of the same stuff, i give them the tailor

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her