This is a song about "I m being bullied"

After all the weed....now i m feeling very high...

Have a toast for tha homiessee we both gotta die

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

New racist, too vacant, mutations, natural selection

I`m a mania tic weapon, running away from this oppression

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

Now i m getting bored and started to write this shit...

It is religious conquest i`m trying to pursue

Cause you're the star, everybody looking at you

Pepe le pew my music

This flow so slow, i`m so slick,