This is a song about "On monday"

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

1am on a monday and im in the basement of the library/

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

Now im getting them on

I wanna go on strike on life now,

Will somebody please show me how

Riding on coyotes while i'm trippin' on peyote

The dips, consulted by the son of malachi york, doggy

9 times outta ten

Monday in my room again

Mirror mirror on the wall on the wall,

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

But im a well of inspiration

They pick on him and step on him

You cant grab on whats on the news

High as shit, i’m in a booth