This is a song about "Genetic explanations of schizophrenia"

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

Isle full of genetic foods and poisoned viles

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

Over 20 homes, but i need a chick

Don't call it genetic, but call it angelic

Of the book of your life

Right flows down and they might go nice

Or know them testament verses

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Bro what a bad schizophrenia u suffer///////

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

Its etched in my genetic code forever

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

How they pull off that sick no explanations