This is a song about "Genetic explanations of schizophrenia"

Like a genetic mutation messing up your period,

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Like damn mama the reason i work hard

Because of my constant fear of being betrayed

I think i'm koko b. ware, you just a bird babe

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

Isle full of genetic foods and poisoned viles

She need now, she ain't never needed love

Of which im not exactly proud of,

This where the haters is, this why they hate us here

Using blacks of course was of wide appeal

Guess i'll meet her right back at start

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Static kinetic flow, in the dna, it's genetic

I master vandalism and my louie v's sprouse shit