This is a song about "My chemical romance"

I say bitch a lot, though i'm proud of my sisters

So lets get drunk on it's chemical burns

And bijies like im out and

My streaks my testament.

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

I don't want plastic nation, dread that like a haitian

See my pain through my eyes,

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Made some moves, now i'm known to spit december in june

Just waiting to spring, so i could make romance bloom

My high school girlfriend dykin', my side bitch ain't take her pill

Here to give you, a medical bill, plan to spit chemical spill

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

But thats ok i always could use some chemical assistance,

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

Back then i had no feelings, i hated love,*bitches* and romance.