This is a song about "Horton hears a who"

Blow trees like a hurricane

A skinny asian who wears chains

And i know you lookin at me like you don't speak english

My styles different a schizophrenic kiddish who twitches,

Playin with fire is a danger zone

Hears the door slam, now they're all alone

Who will make a gay pay.

Brr, brr, ay, lemme see, okay

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Who's lips, who knows, a few good men who grew nose

Most bitches, niggas call gone real or fake

Fuck a girl who doesn't want to appreciate

Who hasn't even got a kiss

Niggas shoot over bitches

Agony like a cavity who, wrathfully loops,

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels