This is a song about "Peanuts"

Though i'm chasing dreams i don't ever care for sleeping much

'round the clock, till i make my own clockwork of orange,

Also, this mothafucka got a nine to five

Isle full of genetic foods and poisoned viles

Okay, fucking with me nigga no way

Feeble prayers to fit in bread crumbs in their stay

Of dissecting jeff beck into small compact sections

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

Puffin celery endo, neva kneel like them simps though/

Don't you lie, don't blow my buzz

Rollin that devils lettuce

You heard i was in jail, well i just came from the mall

You're the reason why i keep my circle small