This is a song about "Pepperidge farm remembers"

No one remembers as well as the

Is written in our souls, africa

Make sure it remembers my name

Balling, but it’s not a game

That's why i never claimed i was the best

The elephant man remembers how he felt...

Driving my car to a foreign place

That it remembers the look on your face

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

I think everyone remembers the treatment by the upper-class,

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

Bet the farm on the rhyme for the sake of my mom

A living situation of animal farm with a learning curve

Just went back to collegeshe is my dancer, when she dance i throw her dollars

Raising mutants on a farm.

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john