This is a song about "Mean median and mode"

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

And i hope for a future, but now i’m mean and cold

And i don't mean stimpy's friend, bitch

Ain't nobody checking for your garbage

And i mean really write

Wino might find yo' sight

Shorty been fly forever, these bitch's parachutes broke

The realizations of a brain in panic mode

And if i'm down with this banging shit

And i mean it (and i mean it)

So i rip it up and start a new mode and

The prerequisite is gun clappin' so what happened

And i mean it (and i mean it)

I put some cash in ya pocket

Chop his balls off and use his skin to make a baby coat

Emcees can just be deceased and leave it in peace, beast mode,