This is a song about "Particals and pure substances and mixtures and compunds and atoms"

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

And kill yourself and your clique

And get it again and again

Then to try to chase these men

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

Cuz i'm pure bred and you a mixed breed

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

As i light one for ill will

And inhospitable,

And their mothers and fathers

But we still real brothers

Living young and wild and free

I came up hungry

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

Riddles and jokes and scary crows