This is a song about "Fucking retard noni"

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

Aint no escapin my bars pound you on your chest like frustrated retard

But i ain't a counsellor, homie u look retard,

Right this minute, they say i'm buzzing hard

I'm wearing up with questions n tests all done growing sick n retard

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

And make her fall on her face and don't be a retard

Aye, hold your head homie, look

Outdo a retard despite when dressed good.

Dry land , but its my fucking

Comme des garcons, roam like it ain't nothing

Still listen to big

Be fucking specific

Was calling me a retard

Yeah, see, breaking up is hard