This is a song about "Internet"

And anyway, you hear all of these bad things about the internet,

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

You see, the internet is bad for you in every way,

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

He told me it was nas,i blasted off to the internet to search his debut album

Tramps on the internet, jerks with dick pics sent

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

You cant afford the internet, so the only thing you have to jack off to is

Then im off by the morning i dont no these hoes im just another recordin this

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Check out this new internet meme,

So it's gonna go on the internet

And my vision isn't set on the money i get