This is a song about "Life of television"

Sky high, iced out paradise

Victims of that thug life

The television deceiving, altering the message you receiving

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

For the first 12 years of my life

Then put it into sex drive

We can rearrange, be more selective, instead of television,

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

In the devoid of life

Right flows down and they might go nice

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

I set the bowl of cereal down on the table and turn on the television

Fuck the "story of your life"

Before we see it's hard to live

You could just be sitting at home watching television

But everybody is a g with the weed in them