This is a song about "Parody of radioactive"

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

She on molly, she with mary, at the same damn time

Instead of living this life of violent crime

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

But before then i need therapy, for this parody, that i let get out of control carelessly

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

No gimmick: real time, real heart

Top of my pile of bodies

I'm why baby mamas leave

Using blacks of course was of wide appeal

Nah … i ain’t deaf in my ear

Out of this coviction of feelings

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years