This is a song about "Information technology"

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Now don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with the technology,

You're uncool like my mother kin

Because i know this information

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Creating new technology, containing pornography,

But little old me with the few facts that i speak

Never hitting delete, technology peak, it's bleak,

And for your fucken information fool

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

Since the information taught is worthless as gossip

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

Vital information for survival,

Cause this album pack enough evil

Too much information?

One time give it up for him