This is a song about "My chemical roma"

Im like a chemical plant explosion this mic ima wreack havoc

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

No i'm the metaphor of that, my rhetoric inedible

Inject a chemical in weapons make em more incredible

These my rhymes and my story

You a lady boss, now you fly free

It ain't hard to make money

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers

But thats ok i always could use some chemical assistance,

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Man, that saying is so misused

Got my head in my hands.

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps