This is a song about "Mixtures and solutions"

Social conditioning and

But nah, he is quite different

Funny, right? ha-ha, this shit's jokes

And nasty remains and bones

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Negative energy who said? there are no solutions.

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

Protest and we'll fight and start a riot, and march on,

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

My only purpose in life to kill myself up on accident

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

And stop playing hide and seek,

More money that mean less sleep

And like to boast and brag

Make the fingers snap