This is a song about "Kafka on the shore"

' alright, already, the show goes on

When you took my hand up so calm

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Outcast with a c dreams of smoking with pauly shore

With less people liking you than a pauly shore party

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

My ambition is ammunition if this is war

Pensiuila around me but i cant reach the shore

Your lucky i don't kill you and drop you off at the shore,

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

You're dirty like the jersey shore with those orange hoes.

You cant grab on whats on the news

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

Light the way, lead us on

My sim card's the bomb