This is a song about "Fucking with the dopey"

Avenue that avenue i'm doing more than just passing through

Straight into the coffin with the fucking lot of you

Plus big truckin too it's nothing

And blast you with his fucking

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

I've been fucking fronting with you since i kicked open the damn door.

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow

You a little bitch with the fucking cabbage patch flow

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Think i'm fucking kidding 'round, killing kids with the sentences,

I'm back with the mother-fucking mic.

When i was 11 got the toolie thick

Pick my enemies out the crowd, and motherfucker's die

With sicker syllables that go so high and touch the fucking sky