This is a song about "Modular syntax"

See, i like the person that you are

But he's small and got a structure

Please pay attention to my every word

Next to it: stash mattress. under it: cash, bastard

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

Lets see the vengeance you spit in that sentence

I don't know, obviously i disappear

A pine box, closed casket and mommy's black dress is real

And another in the sentence that bears "word",

Your body's saying things i ain't never heard

Every word to what i say

Just to go to liv on a sunday

And fuck trying to get with these crooked ass hypocritesthey way they see it, we was meant to be kept down

New comers are coming harder than you can even believe and smarter than belief in its own noun