This is a song about "Johnny looks like a watermelon"

Just regret the fact that i left too soon

My book case looks like a psych. room

Two of her friends strip she never judge them though

Because it looks like your moving slow mo

They all say it looks like i'm in a cliche rerun.

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them

Not a dream looks like fear took it's toll.

My goal is going gold with out selling my soul

Yo this nigga's forehead looks like a fuckin' big-ass moose

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

I hear your parents took you to a dog show, looks like you won.

It looks like i'm spitting to the limit

Get the zippo and spark the shit