This is a song about "Parody of radioactive"

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

While she blame mesecrets in tha dark

Feeling, of appealing

Or the chick leaving

So if you wanna leave

Top of my pile of bodies

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

And how it feels to feel that feeling

Tryin' do right by you got me here

Using blacks of course was of wide appeal

Because of my constant fear of being betrayed

They ain't authentic, tell them i don’t even relate

It ain't nothing though

Return of the king of flow