This is a song about "Mitchell s and taylor s mental retardation and small dicks"

Time for you to s u c c u m b, to ma truth and see me big

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

And we no la de de da i don't care for any people

I'm acting brand new, let me check my schedule

And 808's and synths, riffs, and guitars, hard, for sure

But folks just look at ‘em and stare, like they’re holding mac 10’s,

Just to try to get a piece of success, love me less

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

Drinkin' 40's, whippin' shit, and talkin' shit, their overtones,

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

A+'s is all i create, fake's- make fusses and cusses they butt hurt

Ain't heard a nigga thorough, it ain't perfect, but i work

And that´s how it has begun

And i am one of one