This is a song about "How beast i am"

For how smart i really am

So part of the plan

But how long am i supposed to keep it?

Weed’s played out, they on that pill shit

I look at myself, how the hell am i supposed to have any dig-

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

How am i blind yet i can spot exactly where to drop some bombs,

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

And the moon looking beautiful as ever

I am going to have to learn how to keep my temper

But i aint got to be like "ay how sick am i?"

Late night hangin out til the sunrise gettin high