This is a song about "Fiction"

Cooking up rhymes like a kitchen you say you real but what you represent is fiction

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

The fiction don't believe us

I've got muslims calling on jesus

Said "why you acting pure as nixon?", she said "you had no permission

Selfish absurd dimwitted unlit nitwit twisted twig stick end fiction

Dismiss the fiction the fact is u should listen to this,

With hugs and kisses, valentine cards and birthday wishes

She don't really care about anyone advice

Given this fiction vision n' mission of life,

You're uncool like my mother kin

Ray bradbury,but that wasn't fiction

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Cause you can make reality out of fiction

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Shhh they will never surface worthless churches fed fiction for another purpose