This is a song about "Obeyed entertainment comply permission pilots deceive inclusion situation referred frustrate serenity intrepid disciple skirmish imperative devout fabricate terminate gullible irate"

That shit look like it’s raks fifth

Metal chair is imperative

Give me dome, then let me skate

You no longer irate,

Steal from the rich, snake oil to deceive

Tina perm your fucking weave

The white boy blossomed after dre endorsed him

Bagyong haiyan, tis a bad situation

Killing the competition, without any permission,

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Your eyes with always deceive

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

Wino might find yo' sight

I'm just your entertainment... right?

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

It was frightening a daunting situation,