This is a song about "Gentic modification"

It's time for a change, but not this change,

While half my mental belongs in a cage

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

About tipsy spirits, higher feelings, and tweaking

The man who wanted to change

When i pull up in that candy range

She wanted to fight at first

Its time to change the world

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

Sitting in the corner tweaking hour by hour

I never quit it, the youngest one of my mother's children

The division of reality and then my minds revision

Also i'm chopping misers grossly caused reduction

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

With foreign names, valet the range

Now everyone finds the change