This is a song about "Mitchell has a chode"

After every show, a dream she hold

I like a broad that has fashion gold,

Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck

If he has a wire and says to a g "what's up?"

It has supplied me a personality

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

My medication, has got me on a elevation

You better get yours fore i reach mine

Now the devil has a contract to sign

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

Is when a person has a artistic skill

A new god has come into play

Cause it's friday, it's blacc friday