This is a song about "Microscope care"

To packin' up and leavin' notes, and gettin' ghost

Now my mother sees isotopes through her microscope

Why even bother to pretend that you care,

Booger bear, i'll have you up in hooker gear, i swear

I say my prayers cause this life ain’t fair

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

You gone take care of my

Till we're dumb high, dumb high

I don't care any more about spelling i care about ass kicking

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

Let me hear that beat, air

Too much money to care

And somehow we don't care,

Park my plane right there

Every morning calls his comrade to come and get him to smoke

With a dick so small still barely visible under a microscope,