This is a song about "Ideas"

It's a way to spread ideas that i strongly believe

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

Nine o'clock and i'm trying to unlock ideas before twelve.

Overflowing ideas with nowhere to go.

Know you haters is pissed hold your bladder though

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

I can't stand the idiotic ideas of peoples these days

And hell if i'm gon tell him, now shut up and play it cool

Running out of ideas i need to retool

Kidnap a dt, tie his ass to a cross

These i ideas that i speak in my own songs

They gon tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

Wet cement open to ideas that'll fly/

Frowned tears, downed beers, use my pen for ideas,

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus