This is a song about "I like patatoes"

I spread insanity like rabies

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

I don't feel like i belong, i feel like i'm a guest.

They getting nice, they got some ice

I find dimes like nine - five

I like alliterative verses, i like cussing and inovative curses

Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'you can't complain you was dealt this

I heard that statistic i almost cried

Here's some friendly advice, i don't like!

And good henny make a nigga just want you tonight

Conspiracy theorists are bitches i don't like

I bust rhymes like emissions i lust times like premonitions

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

High like i defy gravity,