This is a song about "Life is a song so let me hit the bong i don t know how to rap but im not black shit might be a little wack"

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Like my tunes light a bong rap a song gradually

But that's not the case with me, i wanna be a rapper so badly,

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Ive been discriminated against, evaluated than tossed out like garbage,

I was raised to bump the illest shit, not a gangstewr but im certified hang with killers bitch

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

For the life i had to live/ have a dad , but he was black/

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction

Get you fixed up quick, i know life can be a bitch but murder is not the solution/

A nigga so wack even yo mamma know what the truth is

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this