This is a song about "Input and output"

So much fuckin' white make darth vader have a dimmer force

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Where you welcome to problems

Grab the scissors and saws and

You couldn't live your life for the moment

And kill yourself and your clique

But don't fall asleep

Social conditioning and

Dc star, a pg legend

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Lady at the frank stand will

And inhospitable,

And a fridge and some broccoli

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee