This is a song about "Kamikaze trippin physiology"

You a lady boss, now you fly free

I'm blowing up- kamikaze

With all due respect i do respect you enough to expect

Kamikaze pilot except i always eject

I’m a kamikaze and i’m a kinda cuckoo

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

Trippin' on these friendly faces and friendly notions.

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

You left me down, broken, begging, trippin'.

Well wishes to my opposition

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

I won't die even if i hit you with a kamikaze