This is a song about "I m metis"

New racist, too vacant, mutations, natural selection

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

Scram i;m done with you piece of shit boo

I gotta tell you that my love is true

I m stuck with my laptop in this shitty office...

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

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

Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry

You oughta see this, my modded sneaker is often three much

I"m a savage as i ravage, with unstoppable damage.