This is a song about "Mushrooms talent and drugs"

It’s an endless cycle, of drugs and violence,

So here i am at the store for some chips

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Most people made of blood and organs but i'm made of drugs

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

Messing with 6 mario rappers on mushrooms

No talent and tasteless

Got that deep love

Or the dreams she has for her and new found talent

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

It’s an endless cycle, of drugs and violence,

But me and kevin know that this talent is just a blessing

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing