This is a song about "In the mouth of madness"

Squares of paper in your mouth, why?

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

The throw up in my mouth i'm gonna chuck

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

Takes a handful of em and stuffs them in her lower mouth

The race war, when it's us against all of them

The words comin' out of my mouth but i didn't spit 'em

, reload the pills of madness enraged

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

This bad habit of giving into your madness

Simply because of my madness

Here i go again, searching for love