This is a song about "Leeches"

Son i'll send you to the bleachers feed you to the sharks burn you like leeches

Cause i got caught up in the scenewondering what would happen to this

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Leeches on my face it's a remedy,

We're freaky leeches, no sweet peaches or cream,

I guess these major deals ain't all they seem

Rehearings and meanings that leeches teachings from me.

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city

Stupid leeches, while y'all critics, politicians on beaches,

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush