This is a song about "Myths"

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

We're educating with myths

I've been waiting for somebody to pick up my stroll

But fuck these myths, because the illuminati as a whole,

Now with permission you should swing swift at freak myths

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

They even raped her so we blazed they padautomatic shots rang out, on every block

Lunatics the harlem globetrotters and there's no myths and the other guys got

I'm so-cal, you so-called rappers need to go call

"how twisted and curl are myths which call a brawl?!"